I, the only extraordinary in this world

Chapter 112 Everyone is fishing, but I bit the hook

The green smoke is slowly winding around, and the old dry tobacco cigars made of Parma grass and ancient pepper vine have a unique and strong stimulating taste.

But this taste is very good for Southeast Asians. This strong pungent feeling can help them dispel the humidity of the tropics and smoke away mosquitoes. Of course, it will be even better if you add other ingredients.

As for the shape of cigars, it is to imitate those Westerners who have enslaved here for hundreds of years and are still "noble people".

Sitting on a European-style sofa imitated with woven rattan, lighting a thick cigar and crossing their legs, they can experience a foreign-style "sense of superiority".

It would be even better if at this time, there was another guy kneeling in front of him who kept begging for mercy and pleasing him with his fearful and humble expression.

After all, only when stepping on others can one truly gain the sense of one's superiority and fill up the marrow-eating emptiness.

Fortunately, there is such a lowly person at this moment, and unfortunately, Sanji is this person.

Kneeling on the ground, his body trembled violently, and he felt tearing pain from his limbs and back from time to time, but he didn't dare to yell, because if he yelled too loudly, his tongue might be cut off.

There is a fishhook embedded in the flesh of his calf, arm and back, pierced deep into his flesh, and the hook is tied by a fishing line to several fishing rods.

And the person who masters these fishing rods is the person who sits on the ivy chair smoking a dry tobacco cigar. He enjoys this kind of "fishing" very much. After all, he was also a famous fisherman in Princess Beach.

"Sanji oh Sanji, where have you been these days? I miss you so much"

"You know, just last week, Ni's mother bought another ten "Maku" from me on credit, and told me that her son would come back with a lot of money to help her pay the bill in a few days."

"As you know, the biggest advantage of me compared with other bosses is that I am kind-hearted and willing to trust others"

"So it's not a good thing to make a kind person sad, don't you think Sanji?"

Pulling the fishing rod, the fishing line pulled the skin on Sangchi's back and bulged out a pointed bump. Sangchi grinned in pain but dared not move, because the hooks on his hands and feet would also tear his flesh as he struggled.

"Brother Mito...I know I was wrong...ah...I shouldn't owe you money, you let me go, I will definitely control my mother so that she doesn't let her credit your pills...ah..."

The middle-aged man with an inch head sitting on the rattan chair stood up and walked slowly to Sangji, and knelt down in front of him. The smoke from the cigar rose slowly and smoked on Sangchi's face, so irritating that he couldn't open his eyes.

"Sangji, you just say you know you are wrong, but you don't know where you are wrong"

Mito's dark brown face was lined with wrinkles, and he shook his head helplessly.

"You actually made your mother stop taking medicine?! This is the only joy she has in this world. If you want to deprive her of this last enjoyment, are you still her son! What about your filial piety!"

It's like a heartbroken uncle teaching juniors.

"What you did wrong is that you shouldn't refuse my kindness. I know you have already joined the iron union. You have so many workers, what a good market, help me bring the goods there, and I will give you a cent It’s enough for your mother to have a good time! The great opportunity is in front of you, but you don’t seize it, it’s a mistake, do you understand..."

Mito had to pat him on the head every now and then.

Sanji groaned secretly in his heart, not to mention that he couldn't do this kind of work, he was just a casual worker in the iron union, and he was a pawn in the iron union, so there was no chance to open up the market.

Besides, the Iron Workers' Union is a place where the water is extremely deep. Do you really think it is a place where good people and good people gather?

At least a large number of no less than thousands of members are taking drugs and smoking powder. He only knows that there are three or five in the Lai Nuo group he belongs to, and they have to give a few grams to the third-level cadres above every month. In exchange for contribution points.

With such a huge demand, the trade union itself can make the money go to others?
In fact, the Iron Workers' Union was originally a huge banned drug base, and its chairman, Darcy himself, was the biggest drug dealer.

As a casual worker, you compete with the president for business?
I'm afraid I haven't seen what the crocodiles in Mani Bay look like.

So Sanji could only blindly and helplessly beg Mito to let him go, this kind of thing is really not something he can do.

Mito looked disappointed: "Sangji, this time you came back here with meat and fish, I thought you were enlightened, why are you still so muddy?"

"Meat and fish?"

Sanji froze for a moment.

"What... what kind of meat and fish..."

It's not that Sanji doesn't understand the meaning of meat and fish. Of course he knows what Mito means by "meat and fish".

Mata Town, a Southeast Asian mountain forest town that cannot be found on the map, is not found in any official map materials around it, except for local residents and "relevant departments", as well as various underground forces with connections such as gangs, drug dealers, and warlords , black companies, etc... Ordinary foreigners will not know about this place.

This is not a tourist city, and most foreign tourists cannot find this place alone, unless they are led all the way here.

And if it was really brought over by the locals, it would be an unfortunate thing, because most of these people are the "meat and fish" who were selected.

Generally, "meat and fish" are alone in a foreign country, and it is confirmed that there is no important background relationship, even if they disappear, it will not cause much trouble.

Of course, the more important thing is that "meat and fish" must have economic value, either with a large amount of property on their body, or a young and beautiful woman (or man), or a helpless and strong body that can be used as a labor force young people...

Those who bring "meat fish" to the town are called "fishhooks". They are generally locals with no status, and they are only responsible for bringing people in as guides. As for which "diners" in the town will be caught Once they digest it, they don't care.

And as "fishhooks", they will get a certain reward, and the amount of reward depends on the value of this "meat fish".

Obviously, Mito regarded Li Heng, who was brought into the town by Sangji during the day, as a "meat fish".

When he saw this scene on the street during the day, Mito thought that this stupid thing finally got a little better, and obediently acted as a "fishhook".

And it seems that this meaty fish is quite valuable, like a small businessman from a foreign country. Generally, this kind of person has a lot of oil and water on him, and there is also a lot of value that can be developed. After all, these years, he likes the Western perverts with little white faces. There are also more and more.

"But... I... didn't..."

Sangji looked at a loss, and wanted to make a few more excuses.

After all, he really didn't intend to be a "fishhook", and that guy was not a "meat fish" hooked by himself.

He forced himself to lead the way!I really don't want to come!

But Mito said still complacently: "I have asked Laiti to greet the meaty fish. By the way, I will touch whether the fish is fat or not. If there is no fat, you can continue to find a way to return the medicine your mother bought on credit." .”

While speaking, Mito sat back on his wicker chair and throne, and Sangchi, who was stroking the fishing rod and making the fishing line tense and painful from time to time, grinned.

"This time is to see that your performance is not bad, just to remind you, if you think about running out again, if you are dishonest, next time you will catch your mother's eyeballs and nostrils!"

Sanji fell silent for a moment, lying motionless on the ground.

squeak-

At this moment, the door of the activity room transformed from the underground warehouse opened, and a thin and lean figure walked in.

After seeing the person coming, Mito raised his eyebrows with joy: "Liti! My brother, you are back, how is that fish doing? Is it worth killing... huh? What's wrong with you?"

Mito frowned and felt that Laiti's movements were not quite right, as if he was suffering from arthritis all over his body, he walked forward with stiff steps, and his body showed a very unnatural twist, which was completely different from his usual orthopedic movements.

"Brother Mito...I..."

Laiti's hoarse voice came, and the cheeks protruding from the bones were covered with white sweat.

With a thump, Wright fell down.

A figure standing behind him was revealed.

Only the figure slowly said: "Don't look around, the fish has swam to you by itself."

Mito jumped up from the rattan chair almost reflexively, and shouted in shock, "Who are you!"

"What's the matter with Retty?"

But after a brief panic, he quickly calmed down, and calmly took out a Coughlin's M191 pistol from the drawer behind him.

This kind of semi-automatic pistol produced in the Raksha Kingdom in the last century, although it is difficult to use, is powerful enough, and at this distance, with his shooting level in the Shanhu guerrillas for more than ten years, Mito is confident that he can hit anyone. Target!
But he still didn't shoot recklessly, but immediately picked up the walkie-talkie on the table, and said a few words quickly and in a low voice.

However, there is no response.

Mito's mood sank slightly. The underground warehouse he was in was located in the sesame factory in the southeast of Mata Town, but since he took over, the production here is not sesame powder and sesame oil.

At this moment, at least a dozen of his subordinates are guarding the upper entrance. How did he escape all the eyeliners and break in here with Laiti under his arms?
And Laiti is also a good player, why was he suppressed to the point where he couldn't move.

But it’s not a big deal. At this point today, Mito has never seen any scene. He was chased and killed by the Waban army in the dense forest of the delta until he was left alone. He was full of leeches and sucked blood. Insects, and even the Green River, where a large number of crocodiles live, has never been afraid to come here after escaping from death.

As long as the gun is still in hand, I will not be afraid of anything!
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but glanced at Sanji, who was kneeling on the ground, with a fierce look in his eyes.

damn thing!This kid actually dared to set Lao Tzu up, pretending to be a fishhook to catch this unknown thing, but it would definitely not be a "meat fish" guy to deal with Lao Tzu!

After I kill this thing, I will kill you and your mother who is a drug ghost!
He mistakenly thought that someone instructed Sangji to deliberately design himself.

"Did you know that the biggest taboo when confronting people is to look away?"

Suddenly a gust of wind blew on his face, and these cold words hit his ears at the same time.

Mito's hairs suddenly turned numb!

Because in his turning eyes, a dark figure was less than half a step away from him.

He roared in his heart, I just rolled my eyes!

bang bang bang-

Years of guerrilla experience told him that this is a sense of crisis that is imminent, so Mito pulled the trigger crazily under the impetus of the subconscious, and Coughlin roared and spit out flames.

However, what he got in exchange was his own screaming more violently. All three bullets hit his own feet precisely. The powerful 6.88 caliber bullets blasted half of the winter lion's crocodile leather shoes, and half of them also disappeared. has his left foot.

While screaming in pain, he realized that at some point in time his hand that fired the gun had been pinched by the opponent and pushed down, and the muzzle of the gun was pointing directly at his left foot.

With another push, his hand bones and the gun body of the pistol merged into one indistinguishable body with a click.

Finger bones, flesh, blood, gun stocks, bullet casings... Metal and flesh are intertwined, like a post-modern artwork.

As the raw material for creating this work of art, Mito didn't look so happy, his face was distorted by howling in pain, and it also polluted the atmosphere here.

Li Heng decided to make him happy, otherwise the follow-up conversation would not be easy.

So the backhand crushed his mandible and masseter muscle, causing his jaw to fall off and never close again, like a comedy artist who always opens his mouth to laugh.

"Sit down, now we can talk calmly"

Li Heng pushed him back onto the rattan chair, allowing him to sit on the "throne" again.

But he, who had already lost his arms and legs, didn't seem to be sitting so comfortably, and his fallen jaw was shaking non-stop.

"Relax, you seem a little nervous"

Seeing this young man with an East Asian face sitting in front of him with a relaxed expression, he looked like a guest who came to discuss business.

Mito swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty closing his mouth, and his muscles twitched to force himself not to shake anymore.

Like the previous Lainuo, the same thought came to his mind - this guy is probably not human!
"You... what are you going to talk about..."

A somewhat indistinct sound came out of Mito's mouth mixed with saliva, and he couldn't pronounce normally because his jaw couldn't close.

"Are you from the Iron Workers Union? Or from the Green River Gang... No, no, I have worked hard for them and have never missed anything. It is impossible to treat me like this... Could it be that the Wa Bang Army invited you here... "

Still constantly guessing about Li Heng's origin, Mito couldn't stop thinking about who he provoked.

"You... it's against the rules for you to do it here... against the rules!"

Li Heng raised his expressionless face, looked down at him and said, "Are you worthy of mentioning rules?"

After speaking, he took a light step and crushed the other foot of the other party, making him understand that the conversation was not for him to ask questions.

Interrupting Mito's painful cry, Li Heng went straight to the topic: "Now you have to tell me all the information, why you are following me, is there anyone behind you, and... is it related to this person?"

He took out the photo again and put it in front of Mito.

So under Li Heng's kind urging, Mito told the truth about his previous plan and everything he knew.

After 10 minutes, Li Heng frowned after listening to everything.

The situation seems to be a bit off from his prediction. This guy just regards himself as a "meat fish" who has been attracted, and even mistakenly thinks that Sanji deliberately lured him to deal with him.

Li Heng was silent for a moment, so it seems that he did not provoke this by acting in a bar, and it seems that he did not know Ma Hongtu, and he had never seen the person in the photo.

Everyone is fishing, but what they catch is not what they want.

The difference is that Li Heng bit the hook into pieces.

Li Heng curled his lips and said with some pity: "Is that so, it's a pity, then your usefulness is not as great as I imagined."

As soon as the words fell, even with only instinct, Mito could feel that life and death were only a moment!

"I... I can help you! Don't kill me! I don't know him... But I can find someone who knows him... There is no way here that I am not familiar with... Someone must know!"

In order to obtain that chance of life, Mito frantically mobilized his brain to find information that would allow him to survive.

Li Heng pondered for a while and nodded.

Seeing that he agreed, Mito was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief in order to continue to live.

"Thanks, but I don't need it"

He stretched out his hand and pointed at Mito's short-haired head, and the Cunjin that bloomed from his fingertips instantly shook his skull into a paste.

Boom—After a brief conversation, the gang boss whose name Li Heng didn't even know ended his career as a drug dealer, and ended his life by the way.

"What are you still doing there? Waiting for me to unhook you?"

Sangji, who had been kneeling and watching in a daze, also reacted at this time, and he immediately said tremblingly: "No...no need..."

Then he pulled out the fishhooks one by one enduring the severe pain. During the process, he grinned his teeth in pain as he scraped off pieces of flesh.

But this pain is nothing compared to the freedom of not being tied to the fishing line.

No, not only the fishing lines, but even the fishers are gone!

Half-limping, he followed Li Heng out of the underground warehouse and came to the sesame factory on the ground.

After seeing the scene in front of him clearly, he understood why no one answered on Mito's intercom.

They were all neatly stacked together, even blocking the incoming warehouse of the factory machinery.

Sangji twitched unconsciously, and glanced sideways at the figure beside him. This guy was obviously not very tall, but he stood like a magic mountain standing in the dark.

This guy is a real monster!

(End of this chapter)