After standing at the entrance of the alley and wandering around all day, when night came, the two of them still couldn't find a place to stay, and they didn't even have a bite of hot food.
Aikbal was at a loss.
He learned a lot of things in the training base, including shooting, making gunpowder and other things related to killing, but he didn't learn how to survive in the city. He originally thought that he could stay there if he brought enough cash to eat and drink, but he didn't expect
Some small shops even refused to accept cash.
The more times he did it, the more he became confused as to whether he didn't accept cash because he was from the Wei tribe, or whether it was true that no cash was accepted at all along the coast.
Abdu said nothing, squatting at the door of an Internet cafe with Aikbal, staring at the men and women coming in and out.
Soon, a young man wearing a dirty, greasy and shiny black jacket strolled out of the Internet cafe. He stood on the steps and stretched out. When walking, his body leaned forward slightly and his steps were slow and unsteady.
It's stable, but it looks like it's been shaking for several nights.
Abdul threw away the cigarette, chased after him, and patted the other person on the shoulder: "Hey, my dear friend, are you okay?"
The black jacket turned around, tilted his head suspiciously, squinted his eyes, and looked at this man who appeared out of nowhere in a very impolite way. Oh, he was still a member of the Wei tribe.
Abdul shrugged and continued with a smile: "Hey, my friend, I need your help."
Upon hearing this, Black Jacket turned around decisively. He was not interested at all at the moment, and dragged his heavy steps to the rental house. After staying up for two days and two nights, he had to go back to catch up on his sleep. How could he have time?
This is a waste of time.
Help? Help Jac!
He didn't even bother to say a word.
Abdu was anxious. He stepped forward to grab the other person, took out a few green bills from his arms and stuffed them over: "My friend, here are the U.S. dollars, here they are for you. As long as you can do us a small favor, a
A trivial busyness.”
Black Jacket lowered his head and looked at the so-called U.S. dollars. He had to admit that he was a little excited at first, but after looking carefully, he suddenly lost the slightest interest after seeing that the denomination on it was a big "1".
Maybe it was counterfeit money to deceive him!
In other words, telecommunications fraud is more professional.
For example, when he was having a great time playing games in the afternoon, he received a call from someone with a cold sentence of "I am the police and you have been arrested", "I am now officially informing you that you are wanted", etc.
That outrageous tone and brutal attitude made Black Jacket feel cold in his heart. He felt that there must be a real policeman on the other end of the phone, thinking that the dirty things he had done in the early years had finally happened.
I no longer even have any interest in the ongoing LOL qualifying matches. I don't care about the points deductions and suspensions. I just feel that my life has suddenly become bleak, and my mind is filled with the fear and anxiety of going to jail.
If it hadn't been for the patrolling network administrator who later made friends with him, he would have seen him sweating on his forehead, lying on the sofa with snot and tears, and acted like a police officer, so he would have gone up and slapped him to wake him up.
Otherwise, even the underwear will definitely be deceived!
Thinking of this, Black Jacket, who was originally listless, straightened his slender waist, turned his head and spit on the ground.
"You want to fool me? Go back to Myanmar and practice again!"
Aikbal, who was following behind, had a fierce look in his eyes when he heard this. He was so angry that he wanted to fight the black jacket for several rounds, and he would fight to the death.
Black Jacket, who had just stood up for a few seconds, immediately shrank back when he saw the ruthless man coming. At this moment, he saw that the man who greeted him before was blocking his back and looking at the ruthless guy who seemed to be about to chop someone.
I just thought that these two people were singing a double act, and my courage regained a little bit.
He stiffened his neck slightly and said in a very low voice, as if sarcastically: "Haha, two people are acting to compete? The one who can deceive me is not born yet!"
Seeing the veins on the murderer's forehead popping out one by one, Black Jacket dropped a few harsh words and ran away without looking back.
"Akbar!"
Although Abdul's voice was not loud, his expression was firm. When he saw the black jacket running away, he pushed Aikbal away and said in a calm tone: "Calm down, you can't solve the problem like this.
"
Akbar's mood gradually calmed down and his tone gradually softened.
Through the transparent glass, Abdul slowly scanned the scene inside the Internet cafe, thinking about his next plan.
Soon, the two of them entered this remote and poorly decorated Internet cafe.
The network administrator sitting behind the front desk stared at the computer screen with loud gunshots in front of him, and said "Welcome" mechanically, with no intention of talking to these two people.
Abdul walked into the hall, and the dim lights illuminated the rows of computers underneath. The reflection of the screens reflected the decadent and excited faces of the people opposite.
Their hair was messy, their faces were pale, and they seemed to have not seen the sun for a long time. From time to time they made a few classic Chinese quintessence sounds or the sound of smashing keyboards and mice.
Their necks were bent, the upper part of their bodies leaned forward, and their bright eyes were open, as if their entire souls had been swallowed by the virtual world in front of them.
"Network administrator, the mouse is broken!"
"Network manager, there's no paper in the toilet! There's no paper left!"
"Network manager, when the timer is subcontracted, I will be open all night at that time!"
"Network administrator, come to Baohe Tianxia and order me a bowl of instant noodles with ham!"
Such a scene made Aikbal, who had never been addicted to computers, feel suffocated when he looked at it, and suddenly felt a little happy. If the Han people looked like this, why worry about being victorious in the holy war?
Abdul walked to the corner of the hall and stared at a young man.
The man was moving two chairs back and forth, putting them together against the wall.
As soon as the chair was set up, the young man stood up and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He looked very tired.
He glanced suspiciously at Abdul who was standing beside him, but didn't say anything. After all, the Internet cafe was a place where dragons and tigers were hidden, and it was normal to meet strange people.
The young man put a schoolbag on the chair, then patted the chair and the schoolbag to indicate that he had occupied the space, and then went to the front desk to ask for two blankets from the network administrator.
One covers the feet and the other covers the body.
When he lay down, he glanced at Abdul, who was standing motionless on the side and staring at him. The young man finally couldn't help but said: "Brother, I have taken this position. How about you change it? In this way, I
Give you a blanket, okay?"
Hearing that the other party finally took the initiative to talk to him, Abdul smiled.