Chapter 4 (1/2)
A Street at night was not much different than during the day, but perhaps one of the differences was that the night was busier than the day.
Many people were still sleeping during the day, but at night it became a carnival city that never sleeps. Many slightly attractive men and women will come out, to hook up with people they like or work to make money. There would also be some other secretly working people who would stealthily come out to hunt.
For those who lived there, night was the home field, and they felt more secure at night than during the day.
For example, in those thirteen streets, several places were absolutely safe, and those who dare to make trouble in these places can't see the sun the next day.
Even in this unfettered paradise of freedom, there were always several kinds of forces standing at the top, which people dared not provoke.
It was like a bar right now.
This was not only the largest place for the circulation of information, but also a gathering place for the sale of all kinds of drugs and guns. The most attractive fresh men and women would also appear there. You like me, the price is easy to talk about. And those who wanted to blackmail others (lit. 黑吃黑 hēi chī hēi, to use forceful means such as threats to oppress the other party), or wanted to go visit wh.o.r.es, would be honest there.
Of course Qing Tian knew this place.
The wild dogs were successfully dumped by him because they wouldn't get close to crowded places. It was just that between escaping and getting rid of the dogs, Qing Tian became quite sad, and didn't want to mention it again.
Qing Tian once came here.
It was here that he was bought by Dushe, and he knew that if he wanted to live well here, he had to choose a good buyer for himself.
The man behind Wu Yun and Wu Yu can kill Dushe, so in the thirteen streets, there are only three people left to become his patron.
Bartender, Doctor, and Priest.
No one knew their names, who they were and what age they were, and n.o.body dared provoke them.
Doctor and Priest were very strict in recruiting people, and people like him would not be taken in, so he could choose just one place.
Qing Tian inwardly estimated his own value, although he was not very good at playing, but he was very good at remembering people. As long as he has met them once, he would not forget. His skill must be more useful to the bartender than his body and his face.
Although it was difficult to stay there for a living, it would be much safer as long as you make a few more cuts in your face.
Qing Tian knew he was beautiful, and could easily find someone to support him by virtue of his appearance. But if it was for survival, he could destroy his face without hesitation and become a useful person.
Here, the emotional appearance and everything were false, only the interests were real. As long as he could show his useful side, he could survive!
Not bad!
Qing Tian, instead of throwing that piece of iron, hid it in his sleeve, and it could be used for self-protection if necessary.
He was wearing clothes from a man who had tried to attack him.
The man thought he was easy to deal with since he was young, but as soon as he relaxed, he was killed by Qing Tian and stripped of his clothes.
The man was not dead, but there were seven or eight cuts on him made by Qing Tian, and the smell of blood was heavier than him. The wild dogs chasing him would change targets.
Qing Tian pulled his hat down and hid himself through the night, taking advantage of the crowd sneaking into the bar.
He needed to find a bartender to show his value.
But as long as Wu Yun didn't come, there was still time.
Although the bar was not big, the inside was full. There was also a variety of people in the street outside the bar.
Qing Tian was thin and small, but managed to get close to the bar after squeezing through all kinds of cracks.
There were several people in bartender clothes at the bar, but none of them were the ones Qing Tian had seen. They were just pure waiters.
“One more bottle of wine, d.a.m.n it, you've mixed too much water.” A big man could not help scolding, “The last time I drank it, it didn't taste like that.”
“There hasn't been much wine recently.” A bartender casually said, “We're doing what we're told. You don't have to buy it.”
“Come on, man. Drinking here at least you drink alcohol. If you buy wine outside, you don't know what's in the wine!”
”Yesterday, a man bought wine, which seemed to be mixed with mercury. Now he can't speak.”
“It was Dushe's men.”
“When Dushe dies, the mad dogs attack indiscriminately. s.h.i.+t, why didn't those junkies die early?”
It is well known that Dushe poisoned his subordinates in order to control them. In that way, he could achieve full physical and mental control. The controlled person was not only the most powerful weapon, but also the most lethal madman. But now that Dushe died, those people had no stable source of drugs, and they were all crazy to pull everyone to die together.
They hid poisons and medicines in various commodities, making people defenseless. After Dushe's death, victims appeared almost every day in different streets.
Although those people were killed as soon as they got sick, the dilapidated bodes were worthless and simply a waste of bullets, which really made people angry.
It's clear that Dushe had drugs to control his men, but Dushe didn't do this to his pets. Because once contaminated with drugs, the pet's body, no matter how beautiful, would become ugly. Dushe used drugs only when dealing with newcomers with strong personalities.
Therefore, Qing Tian was always awfully obedient.
“Dushe is really useless. If you die, you die. As a result, things haven't been handed over. Recently, there have been several fewer s.h.i.+ps at sea.”
“It's over with patience. Although Dushe is dead, isn't Huangjin s.h.i.+zi (lit. 黄金狮子 golden lion) going to take over? When this storm is over, it will be safe. Now if you want to drink, you have to come here. If you mix too much water, you will get more wine. It is better than killing people. ”
“Who killed Dushe anyway?”
“I don't know. It's probably a bounty hunter.”
“Dushe's head has soared to $100 million. Who doesn't want it? He was also very ambitious, but he wanted to go out, and in one breath he also drew five gangs together. Isn't that a death wish?
“The Doctor offered a high price for 'Nushen', saying he wanted to study it.”
“The church on the Priest's side makes a lot of money, and Dushe's powder depot has been taken up by them. If you want to buy any weapons now, go quickly, there's no price increase and there isn't a limit on purchases!”
“Doesn't Dushe have a pet park? Boy, it's full of beautiful men and women, and now it seems to have been split up.”
“There are also high-priced ones for sale. There are several in bars here, but can you afford them?”
“I won't buy it if I can afford it. Who knows what kind of perverted hobby that Dushe fellow has, I dare not touch it.”
“Tsk, fullness for the bold, famine for the timid (lit. 撑死胆大的，饿死胆小的 chēngsǐdǎndàde, ‘èsǐdǎnxiǎode/basically, kind of derogatory sentence that encourages someone to take risks), you're not daring when there are plenty of people more daring than you.
……
As soon as Dushe died, the news he had been trying to hide quickly became known to the public, and now it was time for everyone to be in high spirits. Wait about a week, and Dushe would disappear completely and would never be mentioned in their mouths again.
No matter how beautiful and powerful he used to be, as long as he died, no one would miss him nor remember him. This is such a place.
Qing Tian's head shrunk involuntarily.
He'd already been sold once, and he didn't want to be sold again.
Qing Tian had a few hundred dollars that he had stolen, only enough to buy a gla.s.s of wine here. But he didn't dare buy, but those that didn't buy couldn't stay there, so he will use this gla.s.s of wine to wait for the real bartender to come.
An hour later, the bartender still hadn't come.
Qing Tian was bored observing the people there when suddenly he found that there was a person whose was appearance not very right.
It was a prost.i.tute with makeup and only underwear. The woman was in good shape, her hair was combed high, her underwear had been stuffed with a lot of dollars, and there were many wandering hands near her.
The prost.i.tute's eyes were a little misty, and she looked as if she were drunk, leaning against the shoulder of a man whose hand had reached into her pants.
It wasn't that that made Qing Tian care about her, but the woman's twitching look was not quite right. She seemed to be a little overexcited.
That's right.
When Dushe trained a young girl, he used the prototype “Nushen”. The appearance of the girl was very similar to that of this woman!
Qing Tian realised his time had come.
He immediately grabbed the hand of a bartender who was mixing wine and whispered his discovery quickly and quietly.
The bartender looked doubtfully at Qing Tian and picked up the radio to find the security guards.
Qing Tian sat in his place under his surveillance. He didn't want to leave.
“Sir, we need to check the lady next to you.” The security guards were armed with professional weapons and were very tall, almost all of them veterans of the battlefield.
As soon as the security guards appeared, the man who enjoyed the woman's body didn't dare move.
“Lady, please go out with us.” The security guard looked at the apparently out-of-state woman and touched his gun.
“Hha, hha.” The woman laughed with confused eyes, as if she couldn't understand what the security guard said. Instead, her whole body laid on the security guard.
Bomb!
The security guard looked down, saw what was in her hair, and tried to tear her away, but the woman seemed to suddenly wake up, all limbs holding the security guard to death, clearly wanting to die together.
“Bombs!”
The security guard roared and his companions on the side shot the woman quickly. One of the security guards came forward, simply removed the woman's chin, broke open her mouth, and pulled out the switch and mini bomb she hid in her teeth.
The woman was cruel enough to herself. She pulled out several teeth and buried switches and explosives in her gums.
The teeth were rotten. She couldn't talk even if she wanted to.
Her face was completely deformed, so she needed a lot of makeup to hide herself.
Qing Tian was afraid there were explosives in other parts of her body. She relied entirely on poisons/drugs to suppress the pain. Once she explodes, Qing Tian was afraid everyone present would be implicated.
“It should be one of the secret weapons hidden by Dushe. When Dushe died, they had no drugs, and all of them came out.”
“Take her apart and send her to the Doctor for research.”
“If she's still awake, by any means, let her name her partner.”
……
Things on place were quickly taken care of, and the drinkers talked about it, not taking it to heart.
It happened all the time.