243. An arms dealer who looks like a pimp

After coming out of the hideout, Mo Lei first walked four blocks - not immediately, but only circled around the hiding place twice. After making sure that no one was tracking, Mo Lei chose the bus.

At this time, there were fewer passengers, a man in a gray striped suit sat alone in the last row, two stout ladies in long skirts sat in the first row whispering, and in the third row sat an old man who looked to be two hundred years old, with very short shaved hair and dazzling white, and the skin on his face was like frosted leaves, wrinkled and without light, but a pair of eyes were very clear.

Mo Lei threw two coins, and the female driver in the driver's seat pointed to a piece of cardboard hanging in front of the windshield with an expressionless face, Mo Lei glanced at it, took out another coin from his pocket and threw it in. Then walk to the fourth row and sit down.

"Young man, how can you be on the bus on such a beautiful morning?" The old man in the third row turned to look at Mo Lei, a pair of almond-colored brown eyes looking at Mo Lei intently. He was right, the first bus at 6:30 a.m. was almost always filled with old people who couldn't sleep, or people who had just finished working at night. Mo Lei was still wearing the clothes he pulled the night before, his pants were slightly wide, and his clothes were dirty.

"Just finished the night's work." Mo Lei yawned. This yawn is not a fake, he is really tired enough. However, his answer was not false, and after arriving in Bogotá from Barranquilla, he looked for a safe area for Tina to settle down, and exchanged information with Tina about her father, Ghana, and Dieger and Kun Ledon around Ghana. Tina doesn't know much information, and her impression of Diggle is that of warmth, enthusiasm, decisiveness, and loyalty to her father.

When she spoke of these things, Tina did not shed tears and spoke in a calm tone. But Mo Lei knew that Tina's world had collapsed. Those original coquettish, naïve, and ignorant of the world disappeared after she pulled the trigger.

Leicester's office is located upstairs from a hair salon on Carim Street. It was 7:54 a.m. when Mo Lei arrived, and the hair salon was not yet open, so he pressed the walkie-talkie button on the door, and it took about a minute before a man responded, his voice thick and angry.

"Who?"

"I'm looking for Leicester. Gus". Mo Lei replied.

"Who the is looking for Lester. Biggs? ”

"Oh, it's about Andrei, I've been commissioned by him to come and talk about something."

"What's the matter?" The voice continued to be gruff.

"Camping, picnics!"

After a while, the other party did not react. When Mo Lei was about to press the doorbell again, the door lock opened. He pushed open the door and saw a narrow staircase covered with a faded army-green carpet with a small, dirty window on the landing of the staircase. Mo Lei walked up two flights of stairs to a door that was open and inside was an office overlooking the street, with the same green carpet on the floor as the hallway. The room had a desk, two wooden chairs without cushions, a telephone on the table, a stack of pornographic magazines on the floor, and two stacks of videotapes next to it.

There were three filing cabinets on the wall, and on the opposite side of the cabinets were two wide windows overlooking Calim Street, and under the windows were a number of appliances in boxes, including microwave ovens, hair dryers, cooking utensils, stereos, and even some computers, but they looked shoddy. The outside of the box reads in Spanish: Please trust Lester. Gus, we have the best appliances.

Lester sat in a leather chair behind his desk, and to his right sat Andre, who wore only a vest on his upper body, his bare biceps as big as a watermelon, and his ass dangling from the edge of the chair: the chair was still too small for Andre's size.

Compared to Andre, Lester is well-dressed, like a DJ going to a rave party. He looked about 40 years old and wore a cheap three-button striped suit with a narrow pink tie. His hair was long and short, the hair at the back was long and permed, and his face was brown from artificial sunlight in the beauty salon, and his eyes were swollen as if he were half asleep. When Mo Lei entered, he was tapping the table with the pen he was holding in his right hand, and the gold bracelet on his wrist also jingled.

Lester isn't a bad guy in terms of career. He started out as a second-hand electronics store, but the business soon grew to buy and sell stolen goods, and then expanded into other areas, such as pornography and providing low-resolution live videos to customers with special hobbies, but he was determined not to accept businesses that resembled abuse and minors.

As for the arms service, which is a very old project, although it is risky, it has unexpected rewards, and Lester will certainly not give up. In André's words, Leicester is not morally bankrupt, just overdrawn.

"Mo!" Andre stood up and wanted to hug Mo Lei, but he just raised his right hand and patted Mo Lei's shoulder.

"Andrey." Mo Lei motioned for Andre to sit down, and looked sideways at Lester, whose face was full of displeasure behind the table, "Mr. Leicester didn't eat breakfast in the morning?" ”

"What do you mean?" Lester asked in a rough voice, pointing to the chair opposite with the pen in his hand, "Sit!" ”

Mo Lei sat down, and the back of the chair creaked, as if it was about to fall apart. Mo Lei hurriedly leaned forward to disperse some of the pressure.

"It's a lot of gas when you wake up." Andre helped Mo Lei answer, with a sly smile on his honest face, which was very awkward.

"Your business seems to be booming." Mo Lei diverted the topic, the arms dealer in front of him who looked like a pimp was probably going to become the helper he needed the most, although Andre said that Lester grew up with him and was very good, but Mo Lei has always liked to complicate things and then simplify them, especially for people.

Leicester shrugged his shoulders, "It's okay, if you keep a high grade in our business, you won't make much money, and you have to deal with cats and dogs in business, right." ”

Mo Lei: "......"

He was speechless for a while.

"Leicester has given a lot of people jobs, so those people are going to be grateful to Leicester." Seeing that the situation was not good, Andre quickly interjected to resolve it, "Lester is my brother, Lester, Mo Lei is my very good friend, without him, I'm afraid you would have to go to the cemetery to see me, because the corpse doesn't know where it will be." So, to be polite, okay? ”

"No, no, no, Andre made a slip of the tongue." Lester's pen in his hand turned rapidly at his fingertips, "I provide services, I'm just a service provider, I don't force anyone to do anything, no one works for me, they are all working for themselves, I'm just doing a favor." ”

"It can be seen that Lester is a responsible and tolerant man." Mo Lei applauded, "It's my honor that Andre is willing to introduce us to meet." ”

Lester's face paled slightly, and he put down the spinning ballpoint pen in his hand, and his tone was a little calmer. He opened the drawer, took out a piece of paper filled with dense small print, looked at it, and then threw the piece of paper into the drawer, and the ballpoint pen in his hand spun again.

"I said, 'Are you going to war?' These weapons can be supplied to a small country to arm the army. ”

"We don't think about whose belly the bread ends up in." Mo Lei nodded with a smile, "Moreover, these things are not needed all at once, but these things need to be prepared and used in stages, and we will pay for the purchase, all these things, if they have not been damaged, they will be returned to you, of course, no refund, this is beyond doubt." ”

"It's not very tempting to me." Lester shook his head and looked sideways at Andre on his right, "I told Andre that my life like this is too ordinary, day after day, year after year, and it's desperate. ”

Andre looked at Mo Lei with some helplessness in his eyes.

"And then?" Mo Lei stared at Lester's face, his hands pressed on the armrests of his chair.

"So, I also want to participate, it doesn't matter if it's money or not." Lester yawned, stopped what he was doing, and threw the ballpoint pen into the pen holder on the table, "Oh, I can't tolerate them hurting my Andre, my brother. I don't care who they are, if they touch me, I'll punch them back; If they stab me, I'll send back a bullet; If they hurt my family, I will kill his whole family. In short, I will return to them tenfold, no matter who they are. ”

"Whoever it is?" Mo Lei asked rhetorically, looking at Andre with his eyes.

"Yes, whoever it is." Lester's gruff voice became a little listless, and he glanced at Andre fiercely, "So are Vokes, and so are some corrupt cops. ”

"Wow, your participation is a great addition to us." Mo Lei saw Andre nodding beside him, so he no longer discussed it with Lester.

"That's right." Lester's whole spirit was different, his waist straightened, and he raised half of his eyebrows, "Andre said, you are all lone wolves, but I just said, how can people not need friends?" If you think about it, my participation is not just as simple as providing weapons, and my people have more information resources than you think....... ”

Mo Lei hurriedly interrupted Lester's casual speech, what kind of blood type is this guy? I thought that he was scheming and ruthless, and such a paragraph immediately appeared.

"Lester, we don't need you to look for intelligence, what spreads within a small area is called intelligence, and what spreads on a large scale is called news or stories, understand? All you need to do is provide the weapon, and you inform your men that we'll give the green light wherever we pick up the weapon. Andre couldn't sit still beside him, and quickly stopped Lester who was excited.

"Oh, well, both, what's the drink? Coffee? Or whiskey? Lester restrained his mischievous expression, sat upright, and shouted, "Ellie, can you bring me a pot of coffee?" ”

The woman who came out with the coffee was so makeup that people couldn't bear to look at it directly, and the thick layer of foundation made Mo Lei feel that even if he carved the name of the Spaniard with a knife on the other party's face, he would not see a drop of blood. She looked at Lester and smiled, the powder on her face falling down.

Elle turned to leave, and Andre took his coffee and told Mo Lei with a smile, "This is Leicester's woman, and Leicester's tolerance of her behavior is comparable to that of a saint's tolerance of pain." ”

Lester didn't take Andre's ridicule seriously, he took a sip of coffee, and looked at Mo Lei with a wink, "Is it fragrant?" ”

After receiving an affirmative answer, Lester leaned back in his chair.

"Andrey, Ellie is a good woman."

"I'm sorry, Lester."