140. An unexpected reunion

At the Sofitel Hotel near the Capitol in Constitution Square, Mo Lei opened a room with another passport, went up to the 22nd floor with his bag, changed into a set of clothes after a simple wash, and took out a few small items in his backpack and stuffed them into his pockets, stuffed other documents under the carpet under the coffee table, and went out with only the passport with the pseudonym "Zhou Yangfan".

On this section of the road from south to north, the crowd of demonstrators gradually decreased, and some people sat down on the side of the road, and even more outrageously, some people set up tents on the lawn next to the road, as if they were ready for a long time. There were also numerous police officers on both sides of the road, three in groups. Several police cars stopped at the intersection of the street, and there were many people in the cars.

Walking around the streets, the climate here is similar to that of Bogotá, which also belongs to the city built on a plateau. The streets are heavily guarded, but the narrow streets to the east of the square are crowded with small shops and stalls selling big-name cosmetics of unknown authenticity. The streets were filled with vendors shaking some kind of traditional musical instrument that didn't sound good, and young men begging in some kind of military uniform and holding hats. Dancers wearing long feathered headdresses dance to the beat of the drums and perform Aztec dances. Tourists in a hurry carry backpacks and walk together in quiet alleys to feel the vicissitudes of a century.

A picture flashed through his mind, and he didn't know what happened to the man and woman who were in distress in Bogotá.

Walking into the public restroom on the street, Mo Lei took out some small objects from his pocket, made slight adjustments to his face in the mirror, straightened his clothes, and strode out of his pocket to put on his sunglasses. He looked at his watch, it was 2:40 p.m., so he suppressed the idea of going to Tang Jian's agent immediately, glanced left and right, walked along the main road towards the back, and when he saw the magnificent cathedral, he turned left towards the road and walked towards the row of cafes on the street.

The best way to understand a city is to measure it with your feet.

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This row of bar streets is the most famous in the area, but it's either crowds of out-of-town guys or locals, and few solo travelers come here for a drink. But every afternoon, the area is still very lively, with tourists in the streets, tricycle bells jingling through the road, and a parasol in front of the bar and a small round table, which becomes a fast-food restaurant and café.

The graffiti on the walls of the alley is dazzling, and long tassels hang in the doorway, which are connected with colorful glass beads as curtains, and when people enter and leave, the glass beads collide with a pleasant sound. The pungent smell of chili pepper and the aroma of coffee fill the air.

Tina pressed the rim of her coffee cup to her lips and stared blankly at the graffiti on the wall, a large picture of Jesus painted in eye-catching red and heart-wrenching black, which took up half of the wall. In the seat next to her, several handsome blonde boys pointed at her, cheering each other on and preparing to come over to talk, but Tina looked at her indifferently, and one of the young men who was about to come sat back in place.

Half a block away from the café, Mo Lei took off his sunglasses and held them in his hand, walking slowly down the street like ordinary tourists. On both sides of the road, the long alleys are still deserted, and most of the tourists just look around the streets, some laughing loudly around the dancing entertainers, and some haggling with the vendors at the stalls. He suddenly heard a thin cry of pain in his ears, so he looked sideways at the source of the sound, and saw a young man in a police uniform beating someone in the alley, when the policeman's eyes met Mo Lei's, Mo Lei quickly turned his head, strode across the road, put on sunglasses, and walked to the other side. He saw a huge head of Jesus painted in red and black on the wall in front of a café, and a woman sitting quietly at a round table with her back to the road. A few young men dressed as mountaineering sat at another table and whispered and laughing.

After walking more than ten meters ahead, Mo Lei chose a café that looked very quiet, and the graffiti on the walls was relatively plain in color, and the round table was covered with blue table mats. He sat down and ordered a tortilla soup and a crispy pizza, and the waitress in a blonde skirt and fuchsia blouse recommended him Aldumara coffee, and Mo Lei smiled and accepted the hostess's suggestion, of course, a tip is indispensable. Only he was blinded by the glaring dress again.

The policeman walked out of the alley 6 or 70 meters away from the opposite side, looked left and right, and walked in the direction of Mo Lei. Mo Lei looked down at his hands on the table, a little helpless. But he saw the policeman cross the street, go straight to the exaggerated café on the left, and sit down at the girl's table, her clothes a little crumpled, the handle of the huge pistol moved by the policeman to the waist, and the hands that were still critting others just now were also cleaned.

The policeman and the girl seemed to have known each other for a long time, and the two of them talked and laughed in a low voice, and the girl would laugh from time to time. Mo Lei glanced over there in surprise, more than ten meters away, and the laughter drifted over with the wind, which turned out to be somewhat familiar. It's just that he grinned self-deprecatingly, and the thought of meeting his old man in a foreign land vanished. It was just the waitress who was enthusiastic and smiling before saying a word brought coffee and corn soup, Mo Lei took a sip of coffee, raised his head, and looked at the surrounding environment.

A little off.

Further west from the right, under the pillars of a baroque building, stood two men, one fat and one thin, very young, probably no more than 25 years old, the slightly chubby one could not see his actual age, but his fair and fat face was slightly sickly, and his eyes were very gloomy. Both of them were dressed like tourists from other places, but Mo Lei knew that they were not, they should be eyeing a certain target.

Under the two large locust trees in the southeast on the left, there is a row of stalls eating tacos neatly arranged on the side of the road, and the Mexican aunt in a headscarf is busy with sweat but has not forgotten to greet the guests loudly and shout for help. At the far end of the stall on the right, a man wearing hiking pants and a long-sleeved T-shirt sits on his lap with a thin jacket and a hiking bag beside him. But he turned around occasionally, his gaze stayed on Mo Lei's body for a second, and then he quickly moved away, but before retracting his gaze, he glanced towards the café next door.

In addition to the policeman and the woman, there were four young men, a middle-aged woman, and six or seven marchers standing on the side of the road preparing to cross the street. Mo Lei speculated that nine times out of ten, he came for the policeman. But his eyes were immediately drawn to an old man who looked to be 60 years old, wearing a beige and white striped shirt, jeans and white sneakers. This is a very normal dress, the old man is also sitting under the locust tree eating corn rolls, with a black handbag at his feet, and occasionally he will be spicy and open his mouth to suck in the cool air, a very normal appearance.

But such an old man brought a lot of trouble to Mo Lei. He could see that the old man was wearing makeup, his bare arms were knotted, the backs of his hands and fingers were rough and powerful, and the handbag under his feet was open, only a few centimeters from the tip of his toes, and it was most likely a weapon inside.

But for whom? All for this policeman?

Quickly glanced at the other street entrances, on the left side of the locust tree, at the mouth of a cobblestone alley, Mo Lei saw half of the rear of the car. Then he saw a woman in short hot pants jogging along the edge of the road, a sun-protective suit tied around her waist to cover her lower body, a black tight-fitting short-sleeved T-shirt on her upper body, short brown shoulder-length hair that rose and fell over her shoulders with the running motion, and sunglasses on her face.

Mo Lei's whole body tensed. He was unarmed now, and if he attacked himself, the only way to do it was to rush indoors and find a way.

With his backhand, he grabbed the narrow Western food knife on the table in his hand, Mo Lei's right hand was placed on the edge of the table, and the left hand holding the knife was quietly placed under the table.

"Boom Boom Boom T

The gunshots rang out very abruptly on this cloudy and breezy afternoon, and for a moment, the pedestrians on the street did not even react, but immediately someone shouted sharply, and the street suddenly seemed to be a boulder in a calm pond, and the tourists rushed to the surrounding alleys to find shelter, the thugs on the street pulled out their weapons at their waists, the waiters threw down the trays in their hands, the diners fell to the bottom of the tables, the old man bent down and put his hand into his bag, and the beggar stood up from the spot and rushed over......

Beggar?

The corners of Mo Lei's eyes twitched under his sunglasses, and his right hand overturned the small round table in tin as a cover, although this thing was useless, but it had to be regarded as a frightened look. He saw the beggar, the beggar who hadn't paid much attention beforehand, running towards him, his pistol out of his waist. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the jogging lady, who was shooting at the policeman, who crashed to the ground along with the chair he was sitting on.

Then he heard the woman's cry for help again, and the cry was full of helplessness and fear. I also saw the two men, one fat and one thin, standing on the corner across the road, using automatic rifles to guard the left and right.

"Put it down." "Let go of me." "What for?"

Mo Lei's mind exploded, he raised his head slightly, and saw a smiling beggar walking in front of him, the gun in his hand was very ugly in the sun, and the old man in a beige shirt was still standing across the road, holding a small bag in one hand, and a grenade in the other hand instead of a weapon.

The cry on the left turned into a cry of pain, and the jogging woman was striking at her prey, which was holding the table legs with both hands, and it seemed that he could no longer carry it.

Tina!

Estimating the distance between his position and the beggar, Mo Lei suddenly grabbed the small round table with one hand and smashed it at the beggar, the person rushed out with the original table, the table knife in his left hand did not cut the beggar's throat, and the tip of the knife pierced the beggar's right shoulder at the moment when the beggar lowered his head to dodge. Mo Lei turned sideways and crashed into the beggar's arms, grabbed the gun with his right hand, raised his hand, pulled the trigger, and then relied on the beggar's body to shoot backwards with his backhand, while shouting at the girl.

"Tina, lie down."

Tina, who was panicking, suddenly heard a shout and suddenly became very conscious. She quickly fell to her ground, but still looking sideways at the unfamiliar looking man rushing towards her, a hand under her armpit half-lifted her up, the voice and feeling familiar, "Follow me." ”

Tina's tears were only now flowing. After experiencing the events in Colombia and the assassination of her father, Tina's heart gradually hardened, but she still wanted to cry.

Familiar scenes, familiar body temperatures.

The old man on the opposite side was getting up from the ground, and the grenade in his hand rolled several meters away. The old man's right arm was bloody, and the bag in his left hand was thrown in place, and he bent over his waist to pick up the grenade with his intact left hand. Two men, one fat and one thin, hidden in the corner, rushed with automatic rifles, they didn't take the lives of the others on the road seriously, the barrels of their guns vibrating, and the bullets poured down on the café where Mo Lei and Tina were, and the Jesus statue on the wall was completely bullet holed.

dragged Tina and ran forward for a few steps, and Mo Lei was suppressed by the bullet and fell down again. He tried to crawl sideways for a few meters before fighting back from the mouth of the flower bed in front of him, but Tina held his hand tightly.

"Mo Lei? Mo Lei! ”

"Let go of your hands, danger." Mo Lei pulled out his hand vigorously and grabbed Tina's wrist, "I told you to run, you run, rush along my left front to the opposite side, remember, stay away from the car, I'll come soon." ”

As he spoke, he raised his hand and fired two shots indiscriminately.

Tina nodded her head with tears streaming down her face. The strong, cheerful and confident Tina of the past has long been unknown, and now Tina is the girl who was rescued by Mo Lei with her life in a small county town in the mountains, she looked at the body lying on the ground in embarrassment in front of her, the familiar back, the sharp whistling of bullets and the shouts on the street seemed to have disappeared.

With him, of course I'm not afraid.

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