What kind of things would happen to a man to kill his beloved wife? Yan Fenghuo has never experienced this and does not know. But he knows how it feels to be forced to kill his brother. In comparison, he kills himself with his own hands.
The beloved wife will only suffer more.
"My wife is very beautiful, but beauty usually means trouble. I have no ability, I am a pauper, I don't even have the ability to protect my own woman. When I came home one day, I found that my wife was missing and my daughter was lying on the bed
In a pool of blood. You can’t imagine how I felt about to go crazy. I had no money, so I saved my daughter’s life by holding a hatchet to the neck of the hospital director.” Hong Lin took a deep breath from his cigarette and said with a helpless smile:
"My daughter was rescued, but I stayed in prison for four full years. I don't know how much injustice my daughter suffered during these four years, but every time she came to see me, she looked happy. From then on.
From that time on, I vowed to become a master, find my wife, and let my daughter live the best life."
Yan Fenghuo stood up and walked to Hong Lin, the drug lord, stretched out his fist and lightly hit him on the shoulder, and then squeezed hard.
"Haha, the government..."
"Don't call me the government," Yan Fenghuo interrupted Hong Lin: "I said that your matter will be decided by justice and judges. I only help you because I feel it is necessary to help a father. In this world, there is nothing like
Father's love and mother's love are even greater. No matter how many lives you have on your hands, no matter how many people you have killed, you are still a father. I don't have so many rules for doing things. I just do what I think is worth it. If I think it's not worth it, just shout
My grandfather didn’t even do it.”
"Hahaha..." Hong Lin burst into laughter.
He reached out and grabbed Yan Fenghuo's upper arm, using this action to express his gratitude to this special soldier.
"Put some white wine, make a plate of peanuts, cut a pig's ear, roast the whole chicken and add some cucumbers." Yan Fenghuo shouted.
"good!"
A strange look appeared in Hong Lin's eyes, and he immediately opened the shop door and served wine and food as Yan Fenghuo ordered. He felt flattered and clearly felt a feeling he had never felt before: trust!
With a few simple side dishes together, Yan Fenghuo and Hong Lin started drinking and bragging like friends.
As a drug lord, Hong Lin has always been like a mouse seeing a cat in front of the police and soldiers who are the embodiment of justice. He never thought that one day he would sit and drink with a border special forces soldier. And the other party trusted him and did not
A head higher than him. This alone is enough for Hong Lin to recognize Yan Fenghuo.
He is a drug lord and has visited countless people, so he knows exactly what kind of person the special forces soldier sitting in front of him is, and he is definitely not comparable to ordinary people.
After drinking a bottle of white wine, Hong Lin lit up a cigarette and started smoking, his expression gloomy and uncertain. His expression was clearly captured by Yan Fenghuo, but there was no sign, and he still munched on the fragrant roast chicken.
"My daughter doesn't know everything I have done." Hong Lin lowered his eyelids, his originally gloomy cheeks calmed down, and said in a pleading voice: "Brother, I want to ask you for something."
Chewing on the chicken leg, Yan Fenghuo gestured for Hong Lin to speak.
"Help me take care of my daughter." Hong Lin stared at Yan Feng with hope.
"No." Yan Fenghuo refused, touched his mouth and said, "I won't cause trouble for myself."
Hearing Yan Fenghuo's rejection so cheerfully, the fire of hope in Hong Lin's eyes immediately extinguished. He is a soldier, a special forces soldier, wears a military uniform, and upholds justice. Why should he help a drug lord take care of his daughter? This is simply unreasonable.
No one would do this, and if word got out, it would ruin their future.
"Hong Lin, my name is Yan Fenghuo, do you know what this name means?"
Hong Lin shook his head.
"I can die anytime, anywhere." Yan Fenghuo wiped his mouth and said with a relaxed smile: "I don't know when I will die. I don't even dare to make a promise to my girlfriend, so how can I dare to make a promise to you?"
After hearing this, Hong Lin realized that he had misunderstood Yan Fenghuo.
Yan Fenghuo patted his butt and stood up, stretched out his arms and said with a smile: "Hong Lin, you are a drug lord, and you will die one day; I am a special soldier, and you will die one day. We are all swimmers.
The only difference between people walking on the edge of death is that you die for your own interests, but I have no choice but to die for the country and the people."
This makes sense. As for him and Hong Lin, this is indeed the case. One has a choice and the other has no choice. But the essence is the same, both are walking on a road that can never be turned back.
Hong Lin smiled bitterly, filled a glass of white wine, held it up and said to Yan Fenghuo: "Here's to you, you made me have a good impression of a soldier for the first time."
Yan Fenghuo took the wine glass and handed it to Hong Lin, and said with a serious face: "To you, to a father who is about to go to the guillotine for his daughter."
"Hahahaha..." Hong Lin looked up to the sky and laughed, took the glass and drank it down in one gulp, patted the key to the safe into Yan Fenghuo's hand, turned around, picked up the hammer and walked towards the counter.
Under Yan Fenghuo's gaze, Hong Lin roared, swung the hammer and smashed open the solid wood counter, revealing the firearms wrapped in oil paper in the mezzanine.
"Well prepared, very good." Yan Fenghuo picked up a shotgun and put it on his shoulder. He whistled at Hong Lin and said, "Let's go and work."
The two men walked arrogantly towards the street with guns in hand. No one dared to care or ask questions. In Dafangzhai, if someone dares to do this, it means that they are ready to die. For those who die,
No one dares to cause trouble.
After walking out of the village, Yan Fenghuo led Hong Lin into the forest.
It has to be said that Hong Lin's lair was almost wiped out, and everyone betrayed him. Fortunately, those who betrayed him wanted to get his channels and money, and they wanted to continue to hang out, so they didn't make a big fanfare.
Despite this, people in the village could also see Hong Lin's embarrassment. He usually had many men, but now he went into the forest with only one man carrying a gun, and he felt like he was in his twilight years.
In Dafang Village, Hong Lin is considered to be doing quite well, but he is not the biggest drug lord. The biggest drug lord in Dafang Village is a native of Dafang Village. His ancestors were bandits in the village. He has roots and connections, and his actions are more ruthless.
The mountain road was difficult to walk, but at this time, Hong Lin became more and more energetic. He walked in front and waved a hatchet to clear the road, his face and neck were covered with bloodstains from weeds.
At eleven o'clock in the evening, the two people walked ten kilometers of mountain road and arrived at Laolong Village.
Laolong Village is adjacent to Dafang Village and also occupies a superior geographical environment and is located among the mountains. According to Hong Lin, there are not many drug dealers in Laolong Village, but the folk customs here are extremely tough and they belong to a branch of the Miao ethnic group.
Normally, these ethnic minority villages do not act recklessly. They have their own way of survival, and their ethnic rules are very strict. Therefore, although the nearby Dafang Village is very rich in drugs, Laolong Village does not
I am willing to do this kind of thing and still rely on my own hands to eat.
The sky had become gloomy as early as nightfall, and at this time, the few stars were obscured by dark clouds. The entire sky was so dark that it was impossible to see even one's fingers.
There were flickering lights ahead, which were the lights lit in the village.
Just as they were about to enter the village, two men carrying earthen guns came towards them, asking loudly what they were talking about.
They spoke in dialect, and Yan Fenghuo couldn't understand a word.
"Don't say anything, I'll tell them." Hong Lin warned Yan Fenghuo: "This is a rural area. We don't like outsiders. There are some rules you don't understand."
According to the classification, the Miao people are divided into mature Miao and raw Miao. Ripe Miao are the Miao people who are gradually being sinicized, while raw Miao are the Miao people who are still in a state of seclusion. They hate contact with outsiders and maintain their original style and stay with their ancestors for generations.
lifestyle habits.
Hong Lin walked over and used the local dialect to talk to the two Miao people who were carrying guns. Their voices were very loud. After saying a few words, the two Miao people removed all the weapons from Hong Lin's body and shouted.
"Mo Laosan is waiting for me inside." Hong Lin walked over and whispered to Yan Fenghuo: "But you must remove your weapons before entering their house."
"No problem." Yan Fenghuo simply threw away the shotgun and pistol in his hand, walked forward and allowed the other party to search him.
The reason why he chose the shotgun was not to help Hong Lin fight with others, but because Yan Fenghuo wanted to shoot a big wild boar. Of course, you will not be allowed to bring weapons when you come to other people's territory. This is true wherever you go.
The two Miao people completed the body search and scanned Yan Fenghuo back and forth several times, their eyes full of vigilance.
Yan Fenghuo is one hundred and eighty-five centimeters tall, with a strong back and a strong waist. Just from the appearance, you can feel the explosive power contained in the body under the clothes. Compared with the shorter Miao people, he is tantamount to extremely powerful.
Attack power.
"Can you speak Mandarin?" Yan Fenghuo said with a smile: "I know that you Miao people have a Miao king in western Hunan, Long Yunfei.
After the two Miao people heard this, smiles appeared on their faces. Their smiles represented closeness and recognition, which greatly relieved the tension between the two parties.
Hong Lin on the side was sweating coldly. Yan Fenghuo didn't know, but he knew the power of it. Because the Miao people can be divided into raw seedlings and mature seedlings according to their degree of enlightenment, but if they are broken down into flower seedlings, there are many white seedlings.
kind.
They are not close to each other, and some are on absolute opposites. If the Miao King Yan Fenghuo said is not recognized by Laolong Village, then the consequences will be unimaginable. Fortunately, they recognize and recognize the praised Miao King Long Yun
fly.
Under the leadership of two Miao people, Yan Fenghuo and Hong Lin were taken to the village.
Laolong Village is surrounded by mountains and rivers. There is only an ancient suspension bridge to enter the village. The terrain is easy to defend and difficult to attack. If you want to take a detour, it may not be as simple as climbing over a mountain.
"Yan Fenghuo, stop talking nonsense, especially in this Miao village." Hong Lin whispered to Yan Fenghuo: "They have many living habits that we cannot understand. If they are violated, it is likely to cause disaster."
"Haha, sincerity." Yan Fenghuo showed a bright smile and said: "If you want someone to recognize you, then all you have to do is show your most sincere side. I let you go and help you because I
I see your sincerity, do you understand?"
sincere?
Hong Lin chewed these two words in his mouth, a little doubtful. For him, sincerity was of no use at all, because the fight between drug dealers did not require sincerity, but violence and scheming.