Linn had reason to suspect that this genius idea came from a black-clothed organization with a huge power, a mixed staff, and a long history of all good people...and all evil people. Chinese website
They will casually kill key members who are loyal to the organization to demonstrate their ruthlessness. Then……
"Then, what happened next?"
The stories Lin En told casually were obviously more popular with children. Listening to Lin En's narration, Kara really believed that there was such a mysterious, omnipotent man in black in the world. organize.
Using the name of the wine as a code name really sounds like walking in the dark.
"If you like it so much, then you can give yourself a similar code name."
Lin En's body blurred into a cold blue line, stiff and ethereal, like wind and fog, passing through the already fragile "security system" of the playground: a tall iron gate.
"Can I do that too!"
Kara jumped so high that she jumped directly over the gate and landed in front of Lin En: "Mr. Lin En, what should my name be?"
"Tequila?"
"Sounds like the name of a plant."
"Tequila is a plant...what about whiskey?"
"Mr. Linn, you just mentioned whiskey."
"Well...that's good then."
Lin En switched to Chinese: "Your code name is: Erguotou."
"And Guotou? What is that?"
"Wine. It is the most well-known kind of wine in my hometown."
"Yeah!"
"Um~ Actually Zhuyeqing's daughter Honghuadiao..."
"No. You must be lying again, I will call you Erguotou!"
"I really can't lie to you!"……………………
In the amusement park late at night, even though there is no one else here, even though all the brothers are around, even though they all have weapons in their hands.
However, the more crowded the place is in this impression, the more it will give people a strange contrast when it is quiet.
Those huge machines, those facilities and toys painted with colorful paint, those merry-go-rounds that are no longer moving happily to the music, the circus clowns, the princesses and princes in fairy tales, the standing smiling animals...
Each one gives people a different kind of pressure, as if they are about to move at any moment.
In Johnny's consciousness and memory, they were always moving.
"Johnny, Johnny!"
The companion next to him called him twice and bumped him with his arm: "Johnny, why are you distracted again? What are you looking at again!"
The companion's voice was not loud, almost close to Johnny's ear.
But he was still so frightened that his shoulders shrank and he almost shouted.
"Ah! Ah, I'm...it's okay, I'm okay."
Johnny wiped his smooth forehead, coughed twice and cleared his throat, and said to Nickerson, who was both a companion and a cousin, and who took him to work hard with him: "I just, I just feel a little... of course I'm not Scared, Nickerson, I just think, why do you think we should come here to trade."
Nickerson and Johnny were wearing the same clothes and had the same hairstyle.
He laughed twice, patted his leather jacket, looked around, and whispered: "Don't you think this is a very smart idea.
What kind of place is this? A playground! It is a place that brings joy to children.
Have you ever seen when the police raided the amusement park?
Not to mention, it was midnight and there was no one in the playground. "
As he spoke, Nickerson puffed up his chest very proudly: "During the day, people who walk in here will spend money to buy two pieces of paper, which are called admission tickets. With those things, they can bring them to their children. Come for a moment of happiness.
Their happiness will follow the date on that ticket
The period expires and expires.
And at night, here we are. What do we do? "
Johnny looked a little confused and pointed to the pistol on his waist: "This?"
"This is a small prop that ensures we can complete the transaction safely...it's not very important.
What we do is that. "
Nickerson pointed to the vehicle ahead and where the trunk was.
"It is something that can bring temporary happiness to adults. However, just like selling tickets at an amusement park, although the happiness is temporary, as long as you are willing to pay a high price, the happiness will always be there.
Until their money becomes our money. "
"Oh~"
Johnny seemed to understand a little bit, but he didn't seem to understand quite yet.
He still couldn't figure out why the transaction was set up in such a gloomy and terrifying place. Obviously in so many horror movies, amusement parks are a favorite place for monsters to appear.
"Hey, in short, the reason why we stay here is because this place is safe and there won't be many people around. Do you understand?"
Nickerson's voice got slightly louder, letting Johnny finally understand what was going on.
"Nickerson, if you say that, I'll understand."
Nickerson rolled his eyes, feeling helpless towards his somewhat silly cousin.
He really didn't inherit any of the good genes of the Forman family, and he didn't have any talent to become a poet or playwright.
Unlike himself, he is always full of romantic colors and feelings.
Johnny, who did not understand romanticism, and Nickerson, who was full of sonnets, waited for a long time before finally finding the target of this transaction.
"Johnny, do you know why? We have to temporarily change the trading location this time. Didn't we choose a ship that has been used well?"
Johnny shook his head. He was just an ordinary "clerk" and didn't know much about deeper things.
Johnny seemed reluctant to understand, but Nickerson was willing to tell: "Last month, just last month, something happened in the sea area where we often trade, and in that small port!
Really, you can’t believe that everyone in the entire port died...
My friend told me it was because of a sea monster. Sea monster, you know! "
Of course Johnny didn't know, and he felt that this must be Nickerson playing tricks on him again. Nickerson had done this kind of thing since he was a child. He has a very lively mind and is good at talking. He always has weird stories to tell to scare people.
He thinks that everyone else is stupid, but in fact he is the stupid one.
"Yeah, yeah, that's terrible, really."
Johnny dealt with his cousin, but at the same time he never forgot to observe and feel the changes around him.
Variety……
Something has definitely changed here, but...
Johnny didn't know what had changed, and it bothered him a little.
Ahead, several all-black cars drove over and stopped more than ten meters away from us. The roof of the car dimmed, the engine was turned off, and the target of the transaction got out of the car.
Buyers from another city.
Posturing.
This is Nickerson's assessment.
It was obvious that everyone was doing the same thing, and they were doing almost unreasonable things, but those people were wearing neat suits, and they didn't look like a gang, but more like guys on a catwalk.
Especially the leader, who wears a custom-made two-color plaid casual suit, leather shoes, tea glasses, oily hair and pigtails.
Although he is not very old, he still insists on growing a beard. He does not look like a gangster at all, but looks more like someone who dances in a bar.
For no reason, he felt a hint of disrespect.
Since they are from the same gang, everyone wears leather clothes, tattoos, beards, and bald heads...
They have the same aesthetic, and of course they have the same sensory experience.
The leading bearded men here are Johnny and Nickerson
The boss, of course, also felt a little bit disrespectful.
However, of course, issues such as clothing were still minor issues. He mainly felt that the people who negotiated or traded were changed. Why?
"That old guy Carl can't walk anymore."
The big bald man was not very polite when he spoke.
After the mustache on the opposite side finished, he just smiled, a sneer.
"Hey, Uncle Marlo, your temper is still not very good. I remember that your brother should have advised you on this matter before he died. It seems that you didn't listen."
The meeting between the two parties was not very peaceful. This kind of scene was obviously a routine operation in the meeting between gangs. The speakers choked each other, and the younger brothers held their necks high to strengthen their boss.
A complete "industrial chain" has been formed.
"snort!"
After the big bald Marlo took the lead, he felt that he had gained an advantage in terms of momentum, so he did not continue this kind of operation. It was enough to say a few words to show his majesty and connections in front of his younger brothers.
If you talk too much, what if a fight really breaks out? Will business be done?
Who can have trouble with money?
"Little Carl, where's the money?"
"Uncle Marlo, I think you should let me see the goods first."
"snort!"
With a look, a certain boy, who also had a shaved head and a number tattoo on his neck, greeted several companions and took out several boxes of different sizes from the car.
"Here's the thing."
"Here's the money."
Each side sent a boy to the opposite camp to inspect the goods. After a set of standard procedures, the boys from both sides returned to their own teams, nodded and whispered to their respective bosses.
As a result, the bosses of both parties showed harmonious smiles, and for a moment they walked forward and hugged each other in an intimate manner.
Immediately, the two separated, and the men carrying things came into contact in twos and threes, exchanging the boxes in their hands.
What a harmonious and loving scene.
"Big bald guy."
"Dead duck."
Until these two clear, standard, and highly targeted... adjectives came from the crowds on both sides.
"What did you say?"
"Who's talking!"
"Bald man, I'm talking about you!"
"Damn duck, isn't old Carl afraid of death?"
The mustachioed Karl had a bad look and took off his sunglasses: "Marlo...Uncle, this is not very polite."
The bald man Marlo also had a fierce look in his eyes: "Little Carl, have you forgotten how your father is blind?"
There was a brief silence.
Both sides of the confrontation.
The solidified air... exploded instantly!
The color of the gunfire and sparks reached the ears and eyes almost at the same time. This was not a physical problem, but a simple problem of the two sides being too close.
The gunfire was mixed with all kinds of inaudible insults, as well as the occasional cry of pain from rocks being thrown and hitting someone.
"Farke! Farke!"
"Flower Q! Flower Q!"
The collision of firepower made Johnny, who did not understand romanticism, deeply understand realism.
His cousin, Nickerson, who liked to tell stories and scare people, died in front of him just now.
Was stoned to death.
"This...how could this happen...this is a joke, a prank, isn't it? Nickerson, Nickerson!"
In a daze, Johnny saw someone who was different from everyone else.
He hid behind the bunker, with no fear or nervousness on his face, but an expression of surprise. From time to time, he would throw a stone, or get up from the side, and yell: Hua Q, Hua Q! Damn duck!
Spend Q, spend Q! big
Baldy!
The curses also coming from the other side made Johnny suddenly figure out why he felt that something was wrong.
He himself is the newest newcomer among those who came here this time.
Why does that lame man look so unfamiliar?
Why……
Johnny figured it out, but it was a little late.
A stone from the opposite side hit him in the head.
Johnny, plunged into eternal darkness.
