Cigar Country, Santa Maria Bar in downtown Havana, 1961.
It was already early spring in March, but everyone had put on cool summer clothes. After all, in countries close to the equator, the weather is so hot.
With a "ding" sound, the bar's saloon door (bat door) was pushed open by a hand, causing the metal doorbell to ring, alerting the bar owner that someone was entering.
"Mr. Yuan, it's great to meet you." A white European man wearing a short-sleeved shirt with bullfighting epaulets standing at the bar shook hands with the visitor in honor.
"It's daytime now, the bar is closed, I hope I won't disturb you." The visitor is Xie Yuan. At this moment, he has also changed into a palm-colored short-sleeved shirt. Although his twelve years of life have not brought wrinkles to his appearance, However, the eyes that used to be full of energy have become restrained and reserved.
"How is it possible? Although the bar is not open during the day, if Mr. Yuan comes over, drinks will be available at any time." The bar owner's name is Carlos. He diligently wiped a cup with a clean white cloth and placed it on Xie, who was already sitting at the bar. In front of Yuan.
"Water is enough, Carlos." Xie Yuan pressed two fingers on the bar.
"Next time I will charge for water. You have come here so many times and you don't drink anything except water." Carlos's originally flattered expression turned quite depressed. Xie Yuan could guess what was going on even if he couldn't see it. The waitress in gorgeous clothes also had a look on her face with a roll of her eyes.
"I can drink, but in order to keep my hands from shaking, I can't even smoke, so I can only drink water." Xie Yuan explained the reason. He looked at Carlos for a while, winked and suggested, "Want it?" "No, I'll check with you later. Your face is greasy, your eyes are red, do you have any symptoms of bitter mouth?"
"Save your diagnosis and treatment methods. If I don't feel well, I will naturally go to your place for treatment. There is no charge for water this time." Carlos slammed the cup full of water in front of Xie Yuan and said angrily. .
At the same time, he winked at the waitress, and the waitress walked outside knowingly.
Carlos then leaned down and talked to Xie Yuan in a low voice: "We received an order from above to kill this daredevil." He took out a photo in one hand, and it turned out to be the leader of the Cigar Country who had just succeeded in taking office.
"What a terrible plan." Xie Yuan commented helplessly, "Has your boss ever considered the consequences of doing this?"
"You also know that our gentlemen are all rotten people and rotten butts, but this plan has been approved by the commander-in-chief, so this is the first priority we have to do." Carlos also looked helpless when he said this.
"I don't do this kind of assassination work." Xie Yuan didn't know why Carlos was willing to share such extremely confidential orders, "And if you want to clean me up secretly afterwards, you don't have the ability, so what do you need me to do?"
"Uh-huh." Carlos also looked helpless. If he hadn't witnessed the Russian with the name of Xia Guo in Havana for 10 years from one person to a herbal plantation and a hospital giant in the entire cigar country, if he hadn't recently learned about his The approximate identity of the boss behind the scenes, he has long wanted to get rid of this Russian guy!
But while he was complaining in his heart, he denied it very respectfully on his face, "You are our ally. Of course we need to inform you of our actions and need your assistance. How can we cause trouble for you?"
We don't need your admission, we have someone to handle this matter, but we need your intelligence assistance. You have been a guest of almost all the manors in the past 10 years, and you also have business dealings with their army. We need Your intelligence pinpoints Daredevil's location. "
"Bring a map," Xie Yuan asked for a map. After Carlos brought the map, Xie Yuan spread it out and drew a circle on each of the five estates, "Because it must be close to the traffic artery, and there must be nearby Airports, simple ones in the wild are also considered, and they must be close to rivers and roads. These five are the ones that best meet the requirements.”
"That's all?" Carlos looked dissatisfied. "I want very accurate information about the time and place, very precise day and room in which manor."
"Oh my God! You want that level of accurate information? Why don't you try to bribe important personnel?" Xie Yuan felt baffled. This kind of information collection requires a lurker or a traitor to provide it. How to find his head? On.
He is a drug store owner.
"Yes, a Russian has gained a huge plantation from the cigar country, controlled the entire cigar medical resources in 10 years, and has not been killed by daredevils until now. Are you telling me that there is no connection here?" Carlos He asked with a sneer.
"The reason I wasn't killed by him is because I'm easier to talk to than your medical giant. I'm not killed because of your squeeze." Xie Yuan also sneered back, but soon regained his helpless expression, " But the fact that you can find me to talk about this means that you also know that I have been having a hard time recently and that he is going to deal with me.
Just tell me what you want me to do? It's too confidential for me to know. You must have other plans. "
"Hmph, I hope you set up an escape route here." Carlos nodded at one of the manors near the water.
"It's not a big problem." Xie Yuan looked at the area and pondered for a moment before agreeing, but he needed manpower. "No matter how many people board this ship, each person can pay 50,000 US dollars. You can give it to me afterwards, or you can open it for me at that time." There is an emergency cargo channel, and I will send the same amount of goods there."
"Both are fine!" Carlos promised, and at the same time he secretly cursed that he was indeed an old fox. After Cigar Country's assets were frozen, he could still integrate the huge pharmaceutical industry, "but I want you to take action personally."
"Then each person will need to add another 100,000 yuan." Xie Yuan directly doubled the price. "I'm also very busy. I have to work for a long time just wiping my butt. If you want me to take action, you have to compensate me for the losses during this time."
Then he immediately stood up, turned around, and removed the slide of a pistol that was about to be pointed at him. The tip was pointed right at the neck of a brown-haired young man with a cloth headband and the same beard.
"Because of this, you must first charge me 50,000 yuan for mental damage!" Although Xie Yuan was facing this person, he was talking to Carlos.
"Four to one, put your hands down!" A voice sounded from the side, and at the same time there were the sounds of two pistol bullets being loaded. Why four? Because Carlos must have raised his gun too.
"No, it's 1 vs. 4. Put down the gun now. I'll take it as a friendly joke, otherwise don't blame me for not predicting what I said." Xie Yuan raised his left hand that had been lowered, holding a detonator!
"Haha! I don't believe you dare to press it down!" The soldier in front of him holding his throat looked disdainful.
"Why don't you dare? Since 1945, I have earned every day I live," Xie Yuanye held the detonator with an indifferent expression, "So I don't care when I die. But you -"
Xie Yuan then looked around. The one on the left was a black man, and the one on the left was the same race as him... Since it was impossible to be from the alliance, there was only one possibility.
"Are you from Alaska?" Xie Yuan looked at the young man on the right who was also holding an M1911 pistol with a silencer and asked.
After receiving a nod in reply, Xie Yuancai continued what he had just interrupted: "You will die if you die. After all, your congressman will not shed tears for this, but your purpose will be completely useless.
As long as the interim government is officially established and recognized by the alliance, I can imagine the embarrassment, hahaha. "
The laughter ended as soon as it started, and Xie Yuan's face became serious and he issued an ultimatum: "I'll count to three! If you don't put down the gun, you will be treated as a hostile, 1!"
2! "
Before San could say anything, Carlos's voice came from behind: "Mason, Boman, put down the gun, Yuan is one of our own, he just bids high, this is his habit.
Yuan, they are just scaring you. You are overreacting. Please repair Woods' gun. This is his personal property. You unloaded someone's gun so roughly, you have to repair it. "
Boman and Mason didn't know who it was, but they paused for a moment, one in black and the other in white, and reluctantly put down their guns.
"That's right!" Although Xie Yuan did not put down the detonator, he still reached for the gun with his right hand. Woods was reluctant when handing over the gun. When the gun was in Xie Yuan's hand, he continued to be incompetent and furious. :
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
