The advantage of wearing a mask is that when you are afraid, your opponent... What's more important is that your teammates can't see the fear, doubt, and confusion you exude.

And it also gives you a little more time to think.

--- Wang Luo

August 16, 1993, 7:10 a.m

Meeting point west?? 15 km from Saass Street

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The whole city is in chaos.

In the car, Yang Wentian saw four or five men smashing the glass of a store with sticks and snatching clothes and purses from which they might not have been valuable; A little further on, I saw several men blocking a woman in a corner, as if negotiating.

"That's the consequence of your plan, are you satisfied?" Yang Wentian asked Wang Luo in a malicious tone.

"Of course I don't like that." Wang Luo put on the clown's mask again, and Yang Wentian couldn't see his expression - listening to the voice, he still felt quite calm. "So I don't look at it at all."

... Do you cover your ears and steal the bell? Yang Wentian paused for a moment and laughed.

The road to the city hall was blocked by hundreds of demonstrators. From a distance, some of the banners are asking Ambrera to come out and tell the truth, while others are asking them to get out of the Grizzly Bear Market.

In other words, Wang Luo's plan was still successful.

"Want to appreciate your success for a moment?" Yang Wentian asked.

"There's nothing to see, let's go."

So, the car went around to another street, carefully avoiding all kinds of riots and people trying to find wealth. Half an hour later, they arrived at their destination:

145 Gallard Street, Philippe. Mr. Du Bo's house

Mr. Philip does not seem to have any opinion on them because of yesterday's events. After Yang Wentian rang the doorbell and told him that his new friend had come to visit last night. The servant soon came out and welcomed two men wearing clown masks and one holding the hilt of a knife into the hall.

"Welcome, Mr. Clown." Mr. Philip, dressed in a black dress, politely invited the three of them to sit down, served tea, and then asked them briefly and clearly what they meant. "What do you want me to do?"

"Tell a good story and make a lot of money."

There was silence in the room for a moment. Mr. Philip touched his chin, pondering, calculating; Zhou Yingxiong sat there motionless as Wang Luo requested in advance; Yang Wentian looked at the side, fiddling with the handle of the knife in his hand.

"I can't do it again." After about 5 minutes, the owner of the TV station made a helpless gesture. "As you might expect, they did have doubts about me. Because if you are held hostage by kidnappers, it is impossible to broadcast advertisements. ”

"I'm sure you must have explained it well."

The corners of Philip's fat mouth twitched a few times. "Well, if you can give me enough money, I can ask the lads to do it again. My friends, Louis in the newspaper and Simão in the radio, too. But you have to get the price! And also... Also, tell me what exactly you want to do. Otherwise, I'll tell Nick..."

Who is Nick? Yang Wentian wanted to ask, but he couldn't help but didn't speak.

"What the hell do you want to do? I can't tell you that. But I can tell you a story. Hypothetical story. Wang Luo put his hands on the table in front of him.

"Let's say there's an employee at a particular company, let's say that the employee finds that the product that Ambrera is working on is working well and that it's making a breakthrough. Let's say the company gives him the task of obtaining information about this product. He then discovered that Ambrera was heavily defended and that it was difficult to get the information he needed. ”

So, the hypothetical employee made up a false story for everyone to disperse Ambrera's personnel. He can sneak in while the defense is weak and bring out the information he needs. ”

In order to make the story work a little better, and to apologize for the previous rudeness, he is willing to pay the injured boss a certain amount of compensation. I wonder if this boss is satisfied? ”

Wang Luo put the box he was carrying on the table, opened it, turned around, and pushed it in front of Mr. Philip.

Most of them are banknotes, and a small part are gold bars. The wrinkles on Mr. Philip's face seemed to melt when he saw them. His eyes blinked, as if he was about to stretch out his two hands to snatch the box, Wang Luo spoke again. "That's half the story. Suppose this person's actions can be successful, and then give you the other half. ”

"Radio and newspapers, this hypothetical figure will not go. Of course, if they want to do something, they can also push it on this hypothetical character. ”

"Ahh Since you said so, of course no problem. I wonder if this hypothetical gentleman is busy? My wife's pie was delicious, and the Bordeaux in my cellar..."

"When the mission is complete, the hypothetical gentleman will be happy to come and taste your wine. It shouldn't take long, and in order to shorten the process, this hypothetical employee needs the contact details of the biggest local gangster; As well as the mayor's contact information, as well as a letter of introduction, I wonder if you can provide it? ”

"Well, it's all a trifle..."

Twenty minutes later, they arrived at a bar.

During the day, there are not many people in the bar. Turning right through the door, a middle-aged white man with glasses and an elegant-looking appearance was sitting there, wiping a pistol attentively. Around him, there were four or five strong men, black and white, smoking or drinking, all with tattoos exposed.

According to Philip, the gentleman's name was Mundy. Collier, who controls more than half of the local drug and ** trade. This man is suspicious and capricious, and he can't talk as well as he is, so it's best not to make any assumptions about him.

"I need to do some testing." After reading the letter of introduction, Wang Luo did not mention the matter of Ambrera, but directly made a request. "I heard you have the right people here."

"Testing? Which kind? Mr. Mundy looked at Wang Luo, who was wearing a clown mask, from behind his glasses, "You'd better take that thing off when you talk to me, or don't blame me for being rude." ”

After Mundy said this, a man behind him immediately smiled and went to take off the mask on Wang Luo's face. Wang Luo didn't move, just as he was about to touch the mask. Yang Wentian got up and waved his knife.

"Ahh After a roar, the man's four fingers had fallen to the ground. Several of the men behind Mundy roared and cursed, and pulled out their pistols.

Zhou Yingxiong also took out the gun from his arms, raised it, and staggered at Meng Di. Yang Wentian clenched the blade, leaned down, and made a forward preparatory movement, and a few drops of blood fell from his blade.

"If you want to fight, I'm willing to accompany you." Wang Luo said, lifting his shirt, revealing a string of grenades inside. "However, let's ~don't blow up the ~meeting~ talk."

It's better to say this with a little wicked laughter. Regarding why a person like Wang Luo, who is often very serious, would pretend to be a clown, Yang Wentian has always been very strange.

It's just a bunch of toy bombs, but it's enough to keep the gang leader at bay!

"Put the gun down." Mr. Mundy's face changed a few times before giving such an order. "It's just a joke, don't mind..."

"So, I want it, do I?" Wang Luo took out the suitcase from his side and opened the box, revealing half a box of US dollars inside. "Willing to cooperate, the kind with scruples and concerns."

“... Yes. Mundy stared at the money in the box. Do you want a man or a woman? ”

"It doesn't matter."

"How many?"

"At least four."

"One hundred thousand. There is a brother and sister on East Street, and their father owes me 2,000 yuan for treatment. Now as long as they are given money, they are willing to do anything. In addition, there are several women in Lao Cai who want to make money or want their younger brother to study. It's all good stuff, as long as you pay for it. ”

"Take them to this place." Wang Luo took out a wad of banknotes from the box, put it together with a note, and threw it in front of Mundy. "It's a deposit. Pay the money with one hand, and hand over the person. ”

"No... Good. Mundy put the banknotes away and looked greedily at the box in Wang Luo's hand. Anything else? ”

"Do you have any explosives?"

The corners of Mundy's mouth twitched a few times, and he looked at the coat that Wang Luo had put on. "We don't use that stuff very often."

"If you can get it, you can come to me. Did you read yesterday's news? ”

"Ambrera? I don't have much to do with them, but yesterday's events don't sound like reality. ”

"You see, it's never a matter of truth or falsehood. Today, Ambrera's warehouses, business offices, factories... In all corners, there are a lot of dollars and gold. The protesters have already found out a lot, and you don't look down on that. ”

"Dollars. Gold... No, of course not. Thanks for the message, sir. ”