Carlos looked down and looked slightly, as if he recognized the person in the photo.
At this moment, Lin Yue's right hand went around to the left side of his ribs and pulled the trigger twice.
Two shots were fired, and the white man who tried to escape fell to the ground, his legs twitched a few times and then stopped moving.
"explain!"
Carlos shuddered.
"I know... I know him. He is a 'painter'."
"'Painter'? The 'painter' who sells fake U.S. dollars?" Lin Yue threw him a fake U.S. dollar bill: "Is this what you bought from the 'Painter'?"
Carlos picked up the counterfeit banknote and inspected it in detail: "Yes, it is a super counterfeit banknote made by the 'painter'."
"Tell me about your impression of 'painter'."
"He talks very little; he drinks well; he is serious about his work; he keeps his word and will never be a minute late when we meet at several o'clock..."
Lin Yue frowned every time Carlos said something, because things were beyond his knowledge.
The photo he threw on the coffee table was a photo of Li Wen, and Carlos said that Li Wen was the "painter." If he didn't lie, then his previous speculation was wrong?
Judging from the current situation, it is unlikely that Carlos lied.
"that's it."
After a moment, Carlos stopped.
"I told you everything about the 'painter'."
Lin Yue raised the pistol and pressed the trigger with his index finger.
BIU~
Carlos had a bloody hole between his eyebrows.
The two women huddled in the corner behind them were so frightened that they didn't even have the courage to look here.
Carlos is the big drug lord in Ciudad Juárez. He is usually so majestic that even the police dare not provoke him. Every year, 80, if not 100, drug addicts and informants die at his hands. What about now? If you kill someone in your own home, there is only one key enemy.
Lin Yue came out of the living room, got into the BMW car and started the engine, and drove to the gate without forgetting to kill the two gatekeepers. Like Carlos and his subordinates, who made their fortune from the drug business and bullying, there is no psychological pressure to kill them.
Take the counterfeit U.S. dollars seized by the Texas police as an example. Even if they know that the criminals are hiding on the south bank of the Rio Grande, the United States does not dare to mess around, because it might turn into a political incident and attract infamy. It expects the Mexican police to crack down on the counterfeit U.S. dollars. Is it possible for someone like Ross?
So Lin Yue came to Mexico this time and did not contact the local police station. The murder of Carlos and others will be reported tomorrow. He has already returned to El Paso. The case will definitely be settled in the end. Anyway, there will be The latecomers inherited Carlos' business and territory, and the police's interests did not suffer any loss.
At midnight that day, Lin Yue drove back to the United States, found a motel and slept, then took a plane to the manufacturer where Li asked in the movie to buy acid-free paper, and sold 500 tons of acid-free paper to the "Painter" Group. Mr. Benner of the paper asked a few questions and then left the United States.
…
A week later.
Havana, Cuba.
Mr. Robles, with a cross necklace hanging on his chest, was hanging upside down in an abandoned house, with lit cigarettes plugged into his ears and nostrils. There were fresh scars on his right cheek, which were the price he paid for blowing out the cigarette from his nostrils.
"Mr. Robles, how do you think smoking four cigarettes at once tastes better than a cigar?"
Robles was breathing heavily, his eyelids were trembling, and he looked like he was about to faint.
There are five photos on the ground. The people in them are Hua Nu, Li Wen, Wu Xin, Si Zai, and Bo Zai.
"I ask again, who is the 'painter'."
Robles stretched out his hairy hand tremblingly and pointed at the photo of the Chinese girl.
"Are you sure she is a 'painter'?"
"Yes... sure."
Lin Yue walked up behind Robertson, put his knees on his back and pulled the cross necklace back. After a minute, he let go of his hands and walked quickly down the stairs.
…
Five days later.
In the back room of a club in Dublin, Ireland.
There were several dead people lying on the table. Blood flowed from the holes in the chests, slid down the edge of the table, and hit the floor drop by drop, forming a circle of blood puddles.
Lin Yue took off the brown paper bag on Mr. Willis' head and showed a gentleman's smile: "Do you remember now? Dear Mr. Willis?"
Phew~
Phew~
Phew~
The elegant-looking gang boss stared at his face fiercely: "You will pay the price for what happened today."
Lin Yue smiled, put the brown paper bag back on, and let it go after about half a minute.
Phew~
Phew~
Phew~
Old Willis's face turned red, his lips turned purple, and he breathed in air desperately.
"I won't give you a third chance."
Lin Yue pointed a gun at his head and said, "Tell me, who is the middleman?"
"There is no middleman. Someone from 'Painter' came to me fifteen years ago and asked me if I wanted the goods."
Lin Yue picked up a painting on the ground.
"I found this in front, who gave it to you?"
"'Painter', he said he would give it to me as a birthday present."
"very nice."
Lin Yue took out his pistol, pointed it at Willis's body and fired twice, then lit a cigarette, opened the door to the secret room and walked out.
…
Eight days later, Bangalore.
…
Ten days later, Pakse.
…
A month after leaving Vancouver, Lin Yue returned to Canada.
When he found Ruan Wen, she was painting the scenery on the other side of the river on the terrace of a nostalgic cafe on Granville Island.
Lin Yue moved the record player in the hall to the door leading to the terrace, took out a vinyl record from the system space, put it on, and gently pressed the needle.
One morning in springtime as day was a-dawning.
Bright Phoebus had risen from over the lea.
…
If you will come down to St. John's Town with me.
There's ne'er been a lady set foot in my castle.
There's ne'er been a lady dressed grander than thee.
Ethereal female voices and soothing musical notes rise with the wind and float in the sky on the terrace.
This is a ballad from Ireland, or a love poem.
Ruan Wen put away his paintbrush, put down the paint tray, and looked back at the man standing at the terrace door smiling at him.
"You're back?"
"I'm back."
The temperature in Vancouver this year is on the low side. Even though it is close to June, the average temperature in a day is only 14 to 15 degrees Celsius.
Granville Island is located in the middle of the river, and the wind is a bit strong and a bit cold.
Lin Yue walked over and wrapped a brown shawl with azure plaid and fringed edges around her shoulders.
"I went to Ireland and all I bought was an old vinyl record and a handmade shawl woven by an Irish horse farm girl. I hope you like it."
Ruan Wen grabbed the shawl with his hands, feeling the softness and warmth of the wool, and looked at him unblinkingly.
"Thank you, I love it."
Lin Yue smiled, walked to the drawing board, and looked at the colorful river and bridge in silence.
Ruan Wen helped him pull up a chair, and the two sat side by side, quietly watching the water kiss the bluestone on the beach.
The peaceful scene lasted for almost a quarter of an hour.
A ship passed by and the captain blew his whistle.
Woo~
The powerful sound rushed between the river and the bridge.
Ruan Wen collected his emotions and glanced at his side face: "How is the investigation of the case?"
Lin Yue shook his head: "I'm very confused."
She was a little confused about the answer: "Can you tell me about it?"
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