"Press your waist."
After the banquet ended, Lao Qiao asked me to be called into his room. He lay on the bed and patted his waist with his hands.
He was afraid that I wouldn't understand, so he stretched out both hands and made a "pinching" gesture.
I then moved closer, placed the knuckles of my fists on his waist, and pressed them randomly.
I didn't know how to do it either, but what I didn't expect was that for such a big drug lord, what he actually wanted was to be accompanied.
"I'm old."
Lao Qiao suddenly opened his mouth when I pressed his waist.
Fortunately, I have developed a habit during this time, that is, no matter what I hear in my ears, I must not listen to the work on my hands, and I must not twist my head.
"As you get older, your back will hurt if you sit for even a little longer."
"When I get old, I want to find someone to talk to as soon as it gets dark."
"But there were certain words that triggered a series of reactions once they came out of my mouth, and I simply gave up the habit."
He stood up suddenly, turned to look at me and said, "Who knew they had found you."
I saw a very bright smile on his face, and he stretched his chin forward deliberately pretending to be extremely puzzled.
Instead, Lao Qiao lay back down after my move and pointed at his waist, which probably meant to continue.
"Do you smoke?"
Old Qiao took out a box of cigarettes from his coat pocket, a pure white cigarette box with no words on it. When he handed a cigarette from the box, I could see the word "China" on the cigarette.
I've never smoked this kind of cigarette, and I'm afraid there might be something in it...
An idea struck me, and I immediately turned around and looked around the room. When I saw a lighter next to the satellite phone on the table, I threw Lao Qiao directly on the bed, turned around and handed the lighter to him.
Lao Qiao was enjoying himself by relying on the cigarette in his hand and the lighter beside the bed: "Aren't you and I chatting about the city gate and building? How many bosses are you chatting with me?"
He simply put the cigarette into his mouth, and started smoking as I massaged him.
And at that second, the string in my mind was almost broken, because Lao Qiao always interfered with me.
"Hey, do you also feel sorry for those women?"
"I've seen it all. You stared at that tearful girl several times, once at her slit, and once at her stockings when she crossed her legs..."
Can I not be tired?
He even remembers this!
The most important thing is that my hand strength must not follow the rhythm of his words, otherwise, it will be easy to detect clues.
Thanks to so many days, I have been getting used to this, and I have been able to do it no matter what I hear in my ears, I will never stop working on my hands, and my head will never move towards the place where the sound comes from.
However, this requires strong willpower to control, and it is easy to reveal your flaws if you are not careful.
"No, my analysis was wrong. You probably don't feel sorry for those women, you are just a pervert!"
Lao Qiao looked at me as if he was guessing something: "You are deaf and don't know what we are talking about. How can you feel sorry for them?"
This old man who was able to suppress an entire village of green-skinned soldiers actually lost his head just because he guessed that this dirty-hearted thing was so beautiful.
At this moment, I couldn't tell whether the man lying here was the rampant and powerful old Qiao or an old man with a childlike innocence.
Beep, beep, beep!
The satellite phone on the table rang.
Fortunately, this thing doesn't sound like a ringtone on a mobile phone, which is scary, and the ringing sound is within the acceptable range.
Lao Qiao pointed at the satellite phone with the finger holding his cigarette. I slowly handed the phone over. When he pressed the answer button, I could hear the voice on the phone without putting it against my ear. The voice on the other side of the phone was The man was already anxious and was pulling his neck and shouting: "Boss, our beard is broken, we may not be able to go back!"
boom.
When the gunshot came from the phone, I still didn't dare to stop my hand, but Lao Qiao sat up from the bed at once.
He may have felt that the massage, which he enjoyed just now, was getting in the way at this moment. After sitting up, he said to the phone: "Is there any unfinished business to be done?"
"Send some money to my mother."
"OK."
"Help my son contact the hospital for heart leakage surgery."
"good."
"So that my wife can feed the children."
"Can."
Lao Qiao agreed very quickly, and then the next gunshot came very decisively on the phone!
boom!
The phone was not hung up, but the sound of chaotic footsteps appeared on the phone.
I heard someone shouting on the phone: "Captain, he's here!"
The next second, the voice of someone picking up the phone came over: "No matter who you are or where you are, I will definitely catch you."
When this sentence was completely spoken, Lao Qiao raised his hand and hung up the phone.
He viciously smashed the satellite phone to the ground and cursed angrily: "Trash!"
"idiot!"
"The donkey got his fucking head kicked!!"
Lao Qiao grabbed my lapel and said with trembling lips, "Did I not say that no matter how big the business is, we have to discuss it here?"
"Did I say that every buyer within the national border may be a policeman?"
"Did these bastards listen?"
“Why would I spend so much money on mules if I need them to deliver goods?”
"I burned it!"
"grass!"
Lao Qiao lifted up his clothes, took out the pistol from his waist, and walked out of the house with a few blows like the wind.
I didn't dare to follow.
But I heard the constant gunshots outside the door!
boom! boom! boom! boom!
When Lao Qiao came back, the magazine of the gun in his hand had been emptied, and the slide had been retracted.
"roll."
He waved his gun at me twice.
I was really afraid that this big drug lord would unleash evil fire, so I accelerated my steps and rushed out of the room.
But outside the door, I saw a purgatory-like massacre scene!
The Maine Coon cat died in the cage, and the bullet holes in its body had stained the white cat red;
The teddy died in front of the dog food bowl in the cage. Before he died, he knocked over the dog food bowl, causing the dog food to spill on the floor.
There was also the horse, which was lying on the ground in rough clothes, with its eyes closed, but there were many bullet holes in its body.
Outside the courtyard, the green soldiers were waiting for the call with their AKs in hand, and the cook was standing stupidly at the door of his house wearing trousers and bare feet.
No one knew what this thunderous anger would bring, but fear was written on everyone's face.
And when I timidly walked towards the thatched house, I took another look at the old man's figure at the window.
He was sitting alone in the moonlight, looking even more lonely. His dazed look made me remember that he was a human being too!
(End of chapter)
