At night, the lights are on. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The light is the outline of a city, but its details are under the light.

For example, on the most brightly lit streets, the traffic is almost crawling at a speed, not because the road is blocked, but because the men driving are busy with their eyes sweeping over one exposed woman after another, who are the main protagonists of the city at night.

Thick and glamorous, high-heeled skirts, and slowly burning cigarettes are sandwiched between their fingers, or between their blood-soaked lips, or in the light or heavy smell of perfume, releasing the depravity of the profligate skeleton, which makes people intoxicated with it for early decay.

Here, is the fallen capital, Roanapura.

And mixed between the mature, young, and even young women or girls who peddle their flesh are men, possibly women, who must have several pockets or bags and at least one gun.

They talk to everyone who is having fun, show off the goods in their pockets, and show off their guns at the same time, and most of the time, they make a deal unless the person they talk to already has the goods.

And the customers who buy the goods will also become the customers of the women, and walk into the hotel rooms that are not so clean, or very unclean, and between the inclusion and the leakage, they seem to have arrived in heaven......

Although they may wake up the next day with extreme depression, tiredness, and a missing wallet, the lucky few actually go to heaven.

Here, is the capital of bliss, Roanapura.

Cities not only have lights, but also corners that can't be illuminated by light, and here, they can't even be said to be corners.

In the dilapidated house, the walls of the original isolation rooms were knocked down, and under the dim light, although the air was very unobstructed, mixed with the smell of sweat, fox odor, bad breath, smoke and even vomit and fishy smell, it could not stop the dense crowd of people crowding people out of several central points in the house.

It was a table of cards that quickly lost their elasticity, dice rattling in a dice and even an unloaded revolver that attracted these red-eyed, hysterical gamblers to shout, place bets, and then, expecting the outcome they wanted—"Bang!"

After three misses, the gun went off, and a large group of gamblers who followed the losing money yelled, spat a few times on the corpse that was still staring at the unwilling eyes, cursed the useless waste, and then continued to bet on the new roulette.

There were also people who won, and very "smartly" slipped out of their arms after winning enough money to gamble on him for two days in the best hotel here.

Then, a few smarter than him caught up with him, one, two, or even random shots, and finally found blood-stained banknotes from the corpse, and that didn't matter, anyway, a lot of the banknotes here were with blood or something, and no one would refuse.

Here, the capital of chaos, Roanapura.

Despite the mixture, in some places, it is well ordered.

Here, for example, it looks like an ordinary building, but no one who doesn't have a long eye would try to pick the lock on its door, or even get close to it.

Not only because those who tried to do so before ended up in the scavenger's room, but also because most of the goods that have entered the scavenger's room in recent months have been sent in by the people who live inside.

However, those outside probably didn't know that the person with the highest status in this building was watching a TV show that didn't fit the city at all, and it was the Olympics that were being held in Spain.

In the gloomy room, only the color television set, which at least in the city was extravagant, glowed and somewhat glaring, but the person facing it did not speak, and those standing behind could only enjoy the torture of the eyes.

"Hoo ......"

As the game on the television came to an end with commentary and applause, it was temporarily rested and the lights returned to the room, followed by the lit cigars.

"Is there any news on the part of Belocchio?" Balalaika was still wearing her military dress, and she was very eager to use the army to get rid of the remaining hand, but unfortunately she couldn't take the triad for the time being, but if the Italians didn't know what to do, there was nothing to say about it.

Boris is still her aide-de-camp, even if he is no longer in military uniform: "Belocchio has asked for their new successor to attend the negotiations, and tomorrow will be there." ”

"Tomorrow ......" Balalaika, who suddenly thought of something, broke the cigar in his hand out of control, and after reacting, he casually pressed the cigar out completely in the ashtray, "Hmph! Then tomorrow is our deadline, soldiers, get your AK74 ready at any time!"

"Woo-la!"

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"Do you think Balalaika will really sit down and negotiate with us?"

Zhang was lying on a beach chair, and although there was no beach, the pool, parasols, sunglasses and cocktails were a great combination.

"She's a fanatical soldier, but she's not crazy, and it's not good for anyone to keep fighting. ”

Hearing this analysis that sounded quite reasonable, Zhang Weixin laughed a few times, "Ha, benefits! What a good thing......

Yes, it's no good, and Bellocchio also asked the Black Reef Chamber of Commerce to act as an escort for tomorrow.

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"Hey, Levi!" Ducky glanced at his liquor cabinet and saw that one bottle was missing, and the angry black man shouted, "You-bitch! That's my best collection, we have work to do tomorrow!"

Enjoying the alcohol running through her throat like a fire, Levi yelled back in a rough voice, "you best! Don't think I don't know how much you've hidden!"

Not only did he roar back, but Levi, who was on top of the alcohol, pulled out his pistol and fired at the wall, and the wall that had been repaired only a few days ago was once again opened a few holes, a very neat row.

The bullets that broke through the wall flew past Ducky's big bald head, smashing the hot girl poster on the wall, making Ducky curse again: "FUCK-YOU!

"It's really ......" Daqi looked at the poster where the dew point was broken, shook his head and touched a bottle of wine, but after hesitating, he still put it back, and instead opened the refrigerator and picked up a few cans of beer, and got drunk, and it was not a good habit to drink and drive the next day.

Especially the next day, when he had to be mixed into the vortex between Balalaika and Zhang, he had to stay awake to avoid getting a few bullets in his ass.

Here, it is the capital of strife, Roanapura.

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"Daddy, what are you looking at?" the long silver hair hung down naturally and fluttered in the wind.

In the distance, the sun has just risen, quiet and spectacular. However, Chu Man looked in another direction, where:

"Roanapura ......"