Maple is my name.

Such a personality, and that bright flamboyance and enthusiasm, are quite compatible—that's what the man said.

Ah, that person, that person is my partner, and he is also my mentor.

This guy always talks like this, and he also has a sense of hypocrisy. I ridiculed him for being like the old Mr. Teacher, and then the word spread, and his friends called him Sir.

They must not have imagined that the first time I met him, it was so embarrassing.

It was a late autumn twilight, a little cold, a little depressed. Everything is dull and yellow, and the lazy sun is cold and cold. I just arrived in the city and don't know much about everything here.

There were no people on the streets. I parked the locomotive on the side of the road, straddled it, played with my phone, and searched for an Internet café nearby where I could spend the night.

At this moment, a person suddenly ran out of the alley next to him.

The man's hair was a little long, and it hung messily over his shoulders. He clasped the top hat in his arms, probably afraid that it would be blown away. His glasses were about to fall off, and the sweat made the broken hair stick to his forehead, as if it was because he had been running in the wind for a long time.

I stared blankly at the man, and he looked at me, gasping like a fish that had just collapsed ashore.

You must have guessed it, it's this guy.

As we stared at each other in a daze, there was a more trivial and chaotic footstep in the alley, and a few people were arguing. He turned his head abruptly, looking a little flustered.

Something funny is going to happen - my gut tells me so.

I've always been a thrill-seeker, and after keenly catching the uneasiness in the air, I waved my hand and motioned for him to get in the car. He froze slightly, but without too much hesitation, he jumped into the back seat.

My car is an orange-red heavy locomotive that has never let me down.

When I was riding against the wind, a knife-like air flow blew across my face. But I didn't feel any pain at all. On the contrary, an indescribable sense of excitement arose, and an inexplicable ecstasy crept unchecked, stirring in my heart and spreading to my limbs.

I'm so longing for crazy things.

As the sun slowly sets, the deafening roar of the locomotive is accompanied by black smoke, streaking a narrow shadow on the empty road.

"Turn left, the second right turn. ”

His nice voice was still a little nervous, and I rode in the direction he pointed for a long time. By the time he got there, we were already driving into a bridge. The screeching sound of brakes sounded, and I looked back to see that the trackers had long since disappeared.

"Alright, your hands can be lowered from my waist. ”

Maybe I was overspeeding, and the guy was a little nervous holding me all the way. When he heard me say this, he suddenly realized his gaffe, withdrew his hand with some embarrassment, and pushed his gold-rimmed glasses.

The next second, he expertly pulled a gun from his waist and aimed it straight at my eyebrows.

"Who are you?"

I think it's kind of funny.

So, I literally laughed out loud like that. A slight look of surprise crossed his face, but he quickly calmed down. His face was much calmer than before, and his hand holding the gun was steady.

"Hahahaha, you don't know who I am, you dare to get in the car, you are really a ...... cough, cough, cough ......"

I almost burst into tears.

"Anyway, thank you. But I'm sorry. ”

"Why, wilt thou put out my mouth?"

I finally managed to straighten up and wipe the water from the corners of my eyes.

He put away his gun in his right hand and took a step closer to me. He was quite tall, and I had to look at him with my face up, curious to see what he would say next.

I have to admit that this knife was something I didn't expect.

After a sharp pain in the back of my neck, like a radio that has lost its signal, and the tinnitus that pierces Lala like electricity, my eyes go black. When I woke up, the place where I was beaten was still aching.

Maybe it's an abandoned parking lot? It's empty, it's dark.

I raised my head and looked around to make this judgment. I tried to move my wrists, they were firmly bound to the back of the chair with nylon cable ties, and my angular elbows hurt a little.

When I woke up, a man in sunglasses next to me pressed my shoulder.

Oh no, I guess I was kidnapped by the underworld, right?

I looked to the left, about four or five meters away, and the guy I had saved my life was standing next to another man who was sitting. The latter sat much more relaxed, with a cigar in his mouth, and was as embarrassed as I was. Look at this posture, it's the man's boss.

He was humbly clasping his hands in front of him and standing straight.

Turning my head, about six or seven meters to my right, another man was pressed to the ground by two people with his arms pulled by his arms, and his face was covered in injuries and blood, which scared people to death.

"Because of this wrong information, how many of my subordinates do you think I have hitch the line?"

The cigar-smoking man asked in a hoarse voice. The smell of smoke wafted in, and I choked and coughed twice. He suddenly looked at me, his eyes glazed like a lion on the prairie.

"Have you seen her?"

He pouted at me, and the wounded man glanced down at him, quickly shaking his head.

The man who pressed me let go of his hand and cut the cable tie from my hand with a knife. There was a deep red groove on each wrist, and it hurt a little when touched.

"Qiu Miao. ”

"In. ”

Is that the guy's name? I looked at him. He just lowered his eyes, his tone was neither humble nor arrogant, and the ratio of respect and obedience was just right.

"This eats inside and outside and kills so many brothers, what do you say?"

"Do what you do. ”

"Then, you said that this little girl saved you, what should I do?"

"She's not like the people over there. ”

"Yes...... Little sister, what's your coming from?"

I tell the truth, I am from a neighboring city. As for why he was saved...... It's just for fun. He will be skeptical. I understand, of course. After all, it's up to me to say, how can I prove that I'm not related to him?

"Well, it's not hard for me to ...... for you"

The man waved his hand, as if to suggest something. Qiu Miao loaded the gun, walked over, pulled my arm, and then clasped the gun in the palm of my hand. In addition, it comes with a smile of unknown meaning.

"Come, prove it to me. ”

The man flicked off the ash in front of his cigar and looked at me quietly.

I looked at what they called a traitor, and he finally looked me in the face. The big eyes, in addition to the fine red blood, were full of fear.

An indescribable excitement came from the bottom of my heart.

The gun is heavy, it's real, and it really doesn't feel the same as the toy...... There will be recoil, how is it played on TV?

I imitated the actors in my memory, aiming the muzzle of the black hole at the target.

I thought my eyes must have been glowing at that time.

Click.

There were no bullets, no gunshots, and no imaginary recoil.

The magazine was empty—I clumsily tinkered with the gun.

"Poof......

I looked up and saw Qiu Miao's quiet smile and calm eyebrows.

I bet you, that taunt from the last second must have been from him.

His boss laughed generously and applauded.

"You're such a funny little sister. Seeing so much, we definitely won't let you go back. Isn't it inhumane to kill you? It just so happens that we are short of manpower, so why don't you mess with us? Okay, little enemy, from today onwards, your savior will be your new partner. ”

I saw the nominee raise an eyebrow slightly, but quickly reverted to his original expression, unable to read anything else.

With more than half of the cigar left, the man casually flicked him to the ground and stood up. Qiu Miao reached out and took the other gun he handed over. The two men who controlled the traitor let go of their hands and followed the man over, one of whom helped press the elevator.

The poor creature seemed to want to say something, and staggered a few steps with his kneeling on the ground.

The moment the two cold metal doors closed, gunshots rang out. I saw the indescribable mixture of red and white splash to the ground, and subconsciously took a step back.

In the echo of the gun, Qiu Miao suddenly laughed again.

"Hahaha...... It's not the first time you've seen a killing, is it?"

I nodded.

"You're less scared – that's interesting. ”

Ignoring his impolite remarks, I questioned:

"Where's my car?"

He's a lot taller than me. He rubbed my head like an animal and messed up my hair.

"Rest assured, safer than you. But you don't look like you have a driver's license, so I took it first. ”

It's really infuriating.

In fact, after a while, I realized that his boss's words were not care, but a threat in disguise.

But what does it matter to me? I'm homeless anyway, aren't I?

That day, I was taken to a modest residence. Because his last partner was a man, many daily necessities needed to be repurchased. And I have to say, the hygiene here is really not flattering, I cleaned for a long time when he went out to buy things.

There was a room that was clean, and it looked like a training room or something like that.

I swept out many syringes from the dead man's room. I think I know what it's for, and his betrayal must have something to do with them.

Since then, in order to adapt to the new and ups and downs of life, Qiu Miao has specially carried out various physical training for me.

To be honest, I was very interested in these things. There seems to be some innate element of violence lurking in me, which breeds in a hostile environment, and in the long-term, forced self-preservation, they evolve into an active aggressiveness.

Probably...... Offense is the best defense.

The hobby of training turned into a serious task, and my enthusiasm lasted for a while.

But when they become a regular curriculum, they become as boring as school.

When he was tired, he stopped to talk to me.

At this time, we are just like ordinary classmates or friends. Although, I don't know how much older he is than me.

- To be continued -