It started raining heavily late at night at the "Yaole Pig" bar.
The man in a black windbreaker strode in from the storm outside. He didn't take an umbrella, but the clothes were waterproof. He shook the water on his clothes and lit a good Havana cigar. The tactful waiter immediately greeted him and led him to the small room behind the wine cellar.
He generously gave a tip of one hundred dollars. The waiter was pleasantly surprised, and the man tilted his mouth to show a teasing smile. "A small setback in your youth will bring you great rewards in your old age," said the Hebrew proverb. "The pain in your palm is easy to forget, and it's also an experience
The waiter retreated, and the cigar smoker opened the door.
The young man, who seemed to be constantly drinking, made an exception this time by not holding a cup. He stood under a dim iron chandelier smoking, and his expensive black evening gown was dripping water.
It looks really embarrassing, why did you call me out late at night? This is the Caucasus, don't let me get into any trouble, I don't want to be on the blacklist of the Western coalition, "complained the cigar smoker." Where have you been? You're all wet
Just came back from the Foreign Ministry's party, and the hunting dog fox killed the Japanese senator, "the young man said briefly.
Wow! This child has now become a quick knife wielding expert and has killed the most pro Western member of the dovish faction, "the cigar smoker exclaimed in admiration.
But there's also bad news. If I'm not mistaken, the assassination warrant authorizing the killing of Peng Baoji was signed before that day's death
Oh my god! The situation is changing too quickly, how much certainty do you have? "The cigar smoker's face stiffened for a moment.
Before his death, there was a secret document sent out by Colonel Batel of the National Intelligence Agency, which I couldn't stop in time. There was a 90% chance that this document would kill the general, and the appearance of the Hound Fox meant that L.M.A. was still supporting the general. This is something that the doves absolutely do not want to see, let alone allow the general to escape from their hands. "The young man's face was gloomy.
Who else can we rely on now? Hound and Fox? "The cigar smoker nervously licked his lips.
He will undoubtedly deploy as soon as possible to protect the general, and even take the risk of taking him away
Can he do it
The young man shook his head and said, "In my opinion, it's not a matter of his ability. It all depends on Peng Baoji's will. I know him too well. A man like him, with the blood of a grassland hero flowing from his chest, is determined to save his people, but he has to pray to God to redeem his own heart and spirit
Okay, let's take a look at the Hound Fox and Balgi. For us, it's like Russian roulette. Others help you turn the wheel, we can only bet, and if we lose, we have to pay the bill. "The cigar smoker shrugged," Is there anything else I can do to help you
I want to go see the general myself. I have a list of things that need to be packed in the trunk of an off-road Jeep before noon tomorrow. This includes a long-range sniper rifle that must come with an optical scope, steel core bullets that can fire long-range shots, a high-speed assault rifle, tear gas grenades, silencers, daggers, infrared night vision goggles, descent ropes, and I also need Beretta's 10mm large caliber handgun, enough ammunition, and gasoline to run over 500 kilometers
Wait! Wait! My memory is not good, I need to make a rough record. "The cigar smoker grabbed his hat, quickly took a pen from his arms, and scratched his silver white hair with the pen holder. His hair is silver with a hint of brown inside, messy like wild grass, sharp and stretching in different directions.
Are you going to take down an army? I know you can do it because you're a monster. But don't you need a team to follow you? "He raised his eyebrows as he wrote, and a healed scar crossed his forehead and swept over his corner of the eye. This injury from many years ago undoubtedly almost took away one of his right eyes.
No need, I'll go alone. If any of your subordinates are captured by hunting dogs or foxes, it will be a huge trouble. The academy can get the secrets they want from anyone's mouth, "the young man refused directly.
Okay, okay, I won't argue with you. You're a superhero, and I'm an ordinary soldier, I know. "The cigar smoker seemed accustomed to the other person's pride.
You Siberian snow bear said the same thing, it sounds like a mockery
No, no, "the cigar smoker raised his hands with a candid expression," I mean well
He stood up and said, "Okay, no problem. You need to rest well next. Tomorrow noon, I will inform you of the pick-up time separately
If you don't mind, give me a ride. I need to find some clothes to change into, and I also need a doctor, "the young man's voice sounded slightly tired and hoarse.
The cigar smoker only then noticed that his complexion was not very good, slightly pale.
Are you sick? "He asked in confusion.
The young man raised his arm and approached his waist. The little evening gown had cracked open and was slowly oozing blood.
The hunting dog fox fired a shot at me in the darkness. It was just a scratch, but it was quite deep. Indeed, in terms of hearing, he was still better than me
Oh my god. "The cigar smoker lowered himself to look at the wound, took off the cigar from his mouth and made a gesture of wanting to burn it there." We need a doctor to treat it. He's ruthless. Does he know it's you
I probably haven't guessed yet, stop talking nonsense, give me a hand, "the young man seemed to tug at the wound and lightly gasped with one hand on the table.
No problem, sir. Seeing our sign means you're home, "the cigar smoker said with a rogue tone reminiscent of a bartender. He pulled off the young man's wet little evening gown, took off his windbreaker and draped it over him, then tightly grasped the young man's arm. The body temperature he transmitted through his clothes made people feel safe. His hand pressed down on the young man's wound under the windbreaker, and the tremendous force made the wound numb, slightly reducing the pain.
What a bear. "The young man had no choice but to complain.
The cigar smoker almost carried his companion through the noisy and smoke filled bar lobby. The lights on the dance floor changed dramatically, with figures and long hair twisting together, as if the light had been distorted by human fanaticism.
Hi, sir, would you like something fun? "The cute looking man held several pills of different colors in his palm and leaned close to the cigar smoker.
The cigar smoker glanced at him, took off the cigar at the corner of his mouth and pressed it firmly onto his palm. Seizing the moment when the man was howling, he grabbed the other hand that he had leaned in with and said, "Don't take the opportunity to dig into my pocket
The cigar smoker grabbed his collar and threw him against the wall.
No one even glanced at the situation here, with six or seven young Caucasian people gathered around the tables drinking vodka mixed with water and eating hamburgers with cured meat. Pure vodka has a high price, so bars use vodka mixed with water and edible alcohol to sell. This type of alcohol is called a "dagger", and a small amount can make people excited and warm up.
Who did you vote for? "The woman with red hair shouted loudly.
You don't have to ask, even if you vote for cow dung, you won't vote for Peng Baoji! "The man's mouth was full of alcohol and he pinched the woman's face to kiss her.
"Enough is enough, you his mother son of a bitch, who spurts your stink into the toilet." The woman pushed him away, "I also voted for the Alliance for Peace and Democracy. This damn war will end early. Good morning, I've had enough."
Yeah, yeah, I also joined the pigeon pie. I'm a little pigeon who loves freedom. "The man with a soft and greasy face threw his hands like a little bird and rubbed them against the woman's chest.
There are less than 72 hours left until the end of the Caucasus national elections, and even here there are voices of political commentary.
We shouldn't believe that arrogant fool Balji. We voted for him and he said he wanted freedom, but he gave us nothing but the bitter days when we couldn't even drink clean wine! "The man at the table across from us cursed and raised his glass high." We want peace
Peace! "Everyone raised their glasses.
The man smoking a cigar felt the young man he was supporting tremble, and then he was pushed away.
The young man took a painful breath, straightened up, and slowly walked up to the table in front of the man and woman. The woman was holding the heads of two men and rubbing them against her chest, while those around her laughed loudly without realizing his arrival.
The young man picked up the plate in front of one of them and threw it back onto the table. The loud sound of the porcelain plate shattering stunned everyone around. The waiter hurriedly ran over to take a look, and the cigar smoker frowned fiercely. He took another one hundred dollars from his pocket and slapped it in the waiter's hand, then kicked him on the butt and sent him away.
Is it delicious? "The young man asked the man who called himself Little Pigeon.
The little pigeon realized that it had encountered a troublemaker, who was not tall and slightly frightened. While carefully dodging, it tried to quietly touch the bottle of wine.
Is it delicious? "The young man picked up his half eaten burger and slowly pressed it against his mouth.
The taste... it's good... "The little pigeon's face became even uglier as he was pushed back by the hamburger, unable to reach the bottle.
If it tastes good, eat a little more. "The young man forcefully stuffed the burger into his mouth, and his movements suddenly became fierce and violent. He twisted the pigeon's jaw and forced him to chew the burger fiercely. Under his power, the little pigeon had no chance to resist. A painful howl emanated from his throat, and blood gradually seeped from the coarse wheat bread. It was unclear whether he had bitten through his tongue or broken his teeth.
The young man pushed the little pigeon with tears and blood all over its face aside and looked coldly at the woman, "I don't want him to eat like this and eat faster on his own
The woman trembled and suddenly grabbed the hamburger from the plate and stuffed it into her mouth regardless of everything. Everyone could see that she was almost choked to death, but she was still chewing frantically.
The young man expressionlessly picked out the remaining burger crumbs from the little pigeon's mouth, "Didn't you idiots push Peng Baoji to the throne of the military government in the beginning? Now you regret your courage
You... you're a member of the Southern Guerrilla Force! "Someone trembled as they said.
Only the southern guerrilla forces that initially followed Balji remained absolutely on the hawkish side, and they still had a small number of people operating in Mtskheta.
No. I hate stupid people, that's all. "The ferocity in the young man's eyes gradually faded, and he threw the little pigeon on the table.