Kapok.
For Lao Yaoying, after arriving here, he had no leisure to experience the customs and customs that were completely different from those of the Wa State. He didn't even know which country this land belonged to, and he didn't want to know.
Just like when he first woke up, he didn't care where he woke up. The first thing he did when he opened his eyes was to rush towards the purple leaves on the table in the room.
Not looking at the person sitting at the table at all.
When the old eagle skillfully crushed the cabbage-like purple leaves and rolled them into dry cigarettes, he picked up the lighter on the table and lit it. After taking a deep breath, he felt that his restless emotions were slowly calming down. down.
He said: "Good product."
It's a little joy for him to smoke this thing.
There are many kinds of little happiness, and the one he smokes is the one with the green leaf icon that has been legalized in some states and printed on various products in Thailand.
In fact, this thing is also divided into types. Its effects range from labor pains to soothe the nerves to excitement and hallucinations. They are all graded. When planting this kind of little happiness on a large scale, a mutated product is easy to appear, that is, the green little Happiness has mutated into a mysterious purple color, and its effect has been directly improved from calming and stimulating to extremely stimulating. People in the circle call this purple product platinum, because it is expensive, at least four times more expensive than ordinary products.
As soon as this mutant species appeared, people who had experienced happiness began to study how it came from. From adjusting the ambient temperature to adjusting the lighting time, after unremitting efforts, they finally planted this thing completely. So far, platinum has become Among the little joys of green plants, it is the strongest variety.
The stick of the old eagle drum is platinum.
"Who are you?"
The old harrier looked at the person next to him and asked, and then he looked at the table again.
On the table, there were four bags of purple platinum, and a travel bag filled with bundles of U.S. dollars. Various firearms were placed in the rest of the place. The most cruel thing was that there were grenades and a 60-fire rocket launcher on the table.
The old falcon understood that this must be the leader of the Wa tribe who had given him the cold and hot wine as a punishment.
"You don't need to say who you are. If you do, I can't repay your kindness, so let's leave it at that."
Before he could get confused, the old eagle grabbed a handful directly from the travel bag. He didn't need to look at the specific bundles and stuffed them all into the person: "Count it on your hard work."
The man stood up with great gratitude: "Master Yao, there is something else I need to tell you."
"Isn't it enough?" Old Yao Ying thought that this boy was starting to become shameless.
The man shook his head repeatedly: "Kapok has been a little unstable these days. The Zhao family is recruiting people."
"Why?"
"Isn't it obvious that the old Zhao family is in Bangkang? Let's find someone to bring bad luck to us in Bangkang."
"Is there anyone you want to talk to?"
The man approached the old kite and said, "Yes!"
"A Luo Guozi, nicknamed Tuolong, seems to be thinking about taking over this business. This Tuolong usually relies on his brothers to survive. He has gained a place in the Golden Triangle by being brave and ruthless. He just relies on ruthlessness and doing things. Absolutely, he has made a name for himself in the Golden Triangle."
"Is it easy to find someone?"
He took Old Falcon's arm and walked towards the window. He pointed towards the corner along the dirty street outside the window. In the smoke and dust, Yao Sihai saw a closed neon sign with the words "B2 Bar" written on it. .
Only then did I realize that I was living in a dilapidated old building, which looked like a walled city in Hong Kong in the 1970s.
The old harrier didn't show anything, but asked: "Is there anything else?"
"Give."
The key to a Hummer was taken out by this person: "Try not to destroy the car. This is not our territory. It is inconvenient to replenish it. It is especially easy for someone to grab the tail."
"Yeah." The old falcon responded with a nasal voice.
"Okay, I'll go first."
Just as he was about to turn around and walk out, the old kite directly put his hand on the man's shoulder. He turned around and asked, "Master Yao, is there anything else?"
"Take everyone who has anything to do with you out before dark. If I break, I won't be able to survive."
He said this with a smile, but as soon as he said this, the man turned around immediately, as if he was afraid of letting this man see anything, and turned around and left.
"What does it smell like?"
"What smells so good?"
After the man left, the strong man was awakened by the unique smell of this little happiness. When he saw the purple plant on the table, he grabbed it, put it in front of his nose and sniffed vigorously!
"Platinum, this is platinum, Master Yao!"
“This is hard currency that can be used as money here!!”
The old harrier didn't even look back. He leaned on the window and took a puff of the cigarette in his hand, and responded: "Smoke, didn't I tell you, as long as you leave the Wa State, I don't care what you want to do."
"Hahaha! I'm just a fucking donkey driver, but one day I can draw platinum!"
This guy rolled up a dry cigarette. It was as thick as a thumb and as thick as a cigar. He took a puff and just as he was about to sit down on a chair, he was pushed up by the smoke. He turned his head and said "Wow" in one puff. He came out and vomited green liquid with a foul smell all over the floor.
The old harrier quickly went over and snatched the dry cigarette, and cursed: "You idiot! The roll is so thick, are you planning to overdose on it?"
The strong man who suddenly lay on the ground in a daze raised his finger and pointed at the thing in Old Yaoying's hand. Yao Sihai smiled. He slowly rolled up his sleeves and showed off his rotten arms: "Can you compare with me? I Now, if you can handle an injection from the anesthetist in the hospital, you’re still not doing so well, can you do that?”
Ouch!
He spat it out again.
"well."
The old harrier sighed and dragged the man to the bathroom with the door open. Then, holding a cigarette in his mouth, he took off the shower head from the wall, adjusted the water temperature to the coldest, and poured it on the strong man's forehead. Go down.
At that second, the guy who was trying to do evil to the Wa girls in Wa State also woke up. He saw the old falcon at the door of the toilet pouring water on the strong man, and asked: "Master Yao, what are you doing?"
The old harrier held a cigarette in his mouth: "Cool him down to prevent excessive blood flow and cerebral hemorrhage caused by excessive excitement."
This is the world of fellow Taoists. They harm themselves in various ways every day and save themselves before death is about to come.
They walked back and forth on the edge of life and death, and every brush with death would become a source of bragging talk with fellow Taoists the next time they got high.
The old eagle saw that the face of the person in front of him was gradually becoming normal under the cold water, and then he hung up the shower head again, and then used his wet hands to take out the cigarette from the corner of his mouth. At that time, a whole cigarette was just as long as a dry cigarette. What was left was the cigarette butt, and Yao Sihai took a few puffs. For people like them, wasting a puff was a sin.
After hanging up the shower head and letting the water flow continuously wash over the strong man's body, the old eagle walked back to the window and looked at the signboard of the B2 bar with a sinister smile. (End of chapter)
