Chapter 68: Old Things

"So, Levi, can you tell us anything about this client?"

The torpedo boat was on the way back, so calm that there wasn't even a splash, but just the backs of the three customers standing at the bow were enough for Ducky to pour two dozen beers. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

Levy had already filled half a dozen beers and was opening her seventh can, and as for the cold pizza that served as a snack with the drink, all that was left was the cardboard box that had been thrown in the corner, and Ducky's question caused Levy to pause in her pouring beer, not sure if she was hesitating or thinking about how to speak.

"It's okay to tell you, that guy didn't kill everyone, and he probably doesn't care if you know something. ā€

Kill everyone......

Benny may not have thought of it for a while, but Ducky, who was able to gain a foothold in this chaotic and dark place, understood the meaning of this sentence after just a little thought: that man, if he wanted to kill, could kill all of them, including Levi, as long as he wanted to.

"I don't really know much, he just pulled me out of that damn ghetto and ran around with me for a year...... "It's been a long year, a year that completely changed Levi's life, so she still remembers the first time she saw him and the last time she parted.

In the mouth, the faint sourness in the refreshing taste reminded Levy of many similar tastes, such as the stomach acid when she vomited the first time she was stimulated by blood, "1980, 'New York riots,' 'San Diego fireworks,' 'Chicago drill,' 'Washington Suns,' ......."

"Uh......" It took a moment for Ducky to sort out the subtext of the old things that Levy had suddenly said, but it was too much to believe: "You mean, he's ......"

"That's right, that's what you came up with. Levy put down the half-empty beer can, nodded affirmatively, and continued in a tone that was not remarkable: "And the gangster of the years after that...... By the way, the recent news in Belocchio's hometown should have been done by them. ā€

'Okay. At first, Dutch thought he had a dangerous tiger and two fanged cubs on his ship, but now, as if he had a dragon or a nuclear bomb that would explode at some point, "Well, I've got the situation, good luck to Belocchio." ā€

As for whether it could be that Levi really went crazy and came up with the above story, Ducky preferred to believe that it was true, and he had seen too many stupid people who walked into hell with a fluke.

......

Hell behind the blind Buddha statue.

It was rare for the twins to stand quietly behind Chu Man, and they already knew how to be quiet when "Dad" entered this state of thinking.

The blind Buddha statue, the harbor in the distance...... Roanapura, this location appeared more than once, or rather, many times in Chu Man's recovered memories.

Levi, Twins, Balalaika, the memories drawn out by them are all connected to this place, but it was the first time that Chu Man really arrived here, because he had always had a question about how this place, which had almost no special products except for villains, left so many fragments in his memory.

It's as if it's a story platform, a fixed and common background. And the world has never revolved around certain people and certain places, and they, they, are not puppets on the stage.

What's more, in the memories of them and them, there is no trace of Chu Man himself, that is the focus of his doubts, like some other memory fragments, he has never been a character who likes to be a bystander, so Chu Man once doubted, are those memories really just his memories?

However, that kind of thinking that lacked verification and could easily turn into philosophy didn't last long in Chu Man's mind, and he stood at the bow of the boat, just like he came to Roanapura, not just to verify his memory with his own eyes.

Breaking into the battlefield without observing is the work of an idiot with a decorative head.

......

......

"Captain, the ship from Black Reef is back. ā€

When the messenger came to report, Balalaika was enjoying her early lunch, although it was for enjoyment, but in fact, the most luxurious content that she could toss out of this small noodle shop was only to change into clean oil and pick a few of the largest shrimps, which was still a simple poor ghost food.

Instead of giving instructions right away, Balalaika picked up the last few strands of noodles in the bowl until the last bit of soup remained......

Boris always stood straight behind Balalaika, and he probably knew the most about the lieutenant's Chinese food habits, though not much, but that was enough for him to warn all his comrades not to bring up any related topics.

"So, let's go. ā€

Balalaika sat in the back seat of the car, and Boris acted as the driver of the car, heading towards the dock of the Black Reef Chamber of Commerce, and it was her style to take the initiative.

......

Taking the initiative is her style.

ā€œ...... Fire ......"

Soviet-standard military AKs resonate with RPGs, and bullets and rockets fly together...... Well, pour the tape, about a minute or two.

When the torpedo boat docked at the pier, before the boat could turn off its engine and stop completely, Chu Man jumped onto the plank road, raised his right hand in the direction of the left front of the torpedo boat, and repeated a small action several times.

When the torpedo boat docked and Chu Man jumped down, the soldiers under the captain, including Adjutant Boris, were ready to suppress the attack and then surround and disarm.

The problem was that Balalaika hesitated, no, more like she was patient, enduring the ultimate rage - the binoculars turned into monoculars under her skyrocketing grip.

"Did you miss me, dear?" Chu Man said this sentence in Russian, and he knew that Balalaika could see it, and she would definitely be able to understand it, that is......

The monoculars were slapped against the railings and turned into broken chunks of garbage, and Balalaika almost cried out through gritted teeth: "All hands, fire! Destroy him!!"

Even if they did not understand the will of the commander, an order was an order, and Boris and the soldiers faithfully carried out Balalaika's order.

Then, they saw what a husband and wife are...... Well, well, not Kazuo, the twins also joined this battlefield game.

The first bullets were all fired in the air, hitting the dock plank and the torpedo boat, and the sound of wood exploding and metal striking and deforming played a symphony that made Ducky curse again, but fortunately, the nearest stray bullet was also more than ten centimeters away from the torpedo tube.

They were excellent soldiers who had been through the war, but they were not good enough to see bullets, so they didn't see how the two RPGs that were fired almost with the bullets were blown up halfway, and they had never tried to be suppressed by two pistols and a machine gun, at least part of the firepower.

Three sniper positions, one with a destroyed barrel, one in the shoulder, one in the palm and arm, and then the most important vehicle-mounted machine gun was suppressed by a machine gun held by a little girl.

And their main target, the man was out of their field of vision in just five seconds, and from time to time he appeared like a ghost to shoot wounds, or break the muzzle of the gun pointed at the girl, and as for the other boy-

"Ah!!" This is the first group of soldiers who fell under the blade of Hanser's axe, not a fatal injury, but if the bleeding is not stopped in time, they don't have to worry about whether they will be disabled in the future, and the silver-haired boy holding the axe that is still bleeding has some regrets, "Such a good toy, but Dad won't let ......"

"Boris, take my Dragunov!" Balalaika's anger would have burned Roanapura by now if it could be substantiated, and Boris quickly carried out the order.

Someone was faster than him, and the man's bullet was faster - the bullet hit Boris's feet, and as he looked around with his gun in his arms, he realized that Balalaika was being caught by the man.

To be precise, it was choked by the neck by the man, and the man's gun was pointed at Boris.

"Down, dear. Chu Man relaxed his fingers a little and let the blood re-pass through Balalaika's neck veins, pulling her back a little from the momentary vertigo of cerebral ischemia.

He was replied with a dodged elbow, then a back kick interrupted by him, and after all these years, her physical flexibility seemed to have not diminished at all, and her temper had not diminished: "You killed him!

"If you don't kill it, it will kill you. Chu Man rarely used such a gentle tone, although the words he said were still cold logical deductions, "Let your people stop first, let's find a place to sit down and talk." ā€

After a moment of silence, Balalaika gave the order in a hoarse voice: "Ceasefire ......"