20. Six stories I

The first story,

In the Song Dynasty, in the era when the grass was still prevalent, evil was like a poem, which could happen anytime and anywhere, making you unable to guard against it.

On this day, three Jianghu people came to the Confucius Restaurant. No one would doubt it from the perspective of their clothes, because they are as kind as ordinary people, at least they think so.

"Is the axe hidden?" Song Jiang asked calmly.

"Hold the big brother" Li Kui patted his belly excitedly and answered.

"Very good" Song Jiang looked at him with admiration, and then turned his head slightly. He turned to the left and asked, "What do you think? How do we rush in later and how can we grab it?"

"I've thought about it," Wu Yong pointed to the front door of the Confucius restaurant and said, "When we go in later, we should pretend to be indifferent. Remember to be calm and don't show any flaws. The order of entering the door is like this. Song Jiang, you take the lead, Li Kui follows him to keep a distance of three steps. As for the back of the palace. The wind for you"

"Uh-huh!" Song Jiang nodded and felt that there was no problem in entering the door, and then asked, "Then how to act after entering, you can talk about it again"

"Okay" Wu stood with his hands behind his back, and his eyes suddenly lit up and said, "The experience of the world tells us that there are only two ways to rob in the daytime. One is a sudden attack. After the three of us went in, we went straight to the counter to subdue the shopkeeper with weapons, then robbed his money box and ran away immediately."

"This is a very good choice," Song Jiang Fuhe said.

"Well, it's good. I also quite agree with this practice, which is very in line with my usual style," Li Kui said.

"No, no, no, you think it's too simple," Wu Yong told them, "Do you know how many times this house has been robbed?"

"I don't know?" Song Jiang and Li Kui shook their heads together.

"Do you know what precautions they have taken?" Wu Yong asked again.

"I don't know?" Song Jiang and Li Kui shook their heads again.

"Very good, since you don't know that I'll tell you, in fact, I don't know," Wu Yong replied happily.

"Since everyone doesn't know, just rush in," Song Jiang urged.

"No, no, no," Wu raised his hand to stop him. "Listen to what I said, I only said half of it. Although the sudden attack is good, it has no connotation. Senior chivalrous thieves like us are not ashamed to do it. Another point is that I am a perfectionist. Robbery is not only violence but also an extension of aesthetics. It should follow certain principles... ..."

Wu Yong wanted to talk about his aesthetic robbery method more vividly, so he pulled Song Jiang and Li Kui into the restaurant. After entering the door, he walked directly to the counter.

"Yo, several guests have something to eat. If it's convenient, please sit upstairs." From afar, I saw three guests coming in together. The fat shopkeeper quickly greeted the guests with a smile, greeted them, and then he was about to greet the second brother who ran to the hall, but was interrupted by Wu Yong.

"The shopkeeper's"

"Oh, what's the order of the guest officer?" When the fat shopkeeper saw the scribe in white waving to him, he happily put his ear to him.

Unexpectedly, Wu Yong suddenly changed his face. He grabbed his collar and shouted, "Damn robbery, take out all the money quickly. Don't act rashly. Whoever touches him to death!"

Seeing this, Song Jiang and Li Kui acted quickly. One rushed to the money box in the counter, and one suddenly pulled out the axe to guard the door.

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The second story,

Evil errands are also errands. There is nothing wrong with being a hitman, because they can take a lot of time to discuss philosophy.

The thirst of Wang Lunliangshan's Dart Bureau is flamboyant and unruly, and Chao Gai is his boss.

Lin Chongliangshan's thrushman of the Dart Bureau is introverted and cautious. Chao Gai is his boss.

On this day, Chao Gai sent them to collect debts, and they talked as they walked.

"Where are you from?" Lin Chong asked.

"Me?" Wang Lun said.

"Of course, am I talking to myself?" Lin Chong said.

"I grew up in Yangzhou and later moved to Hangzhou. Before I was 16 years old, I followed my father to do business at sea and smuggled raw iron with a group of Korean businessmen. Of course, I occasionally smuggled women," Wang Lun said as he walked.

"No, no, no, that's not what I meant, you know?" Lin Chong suddenly turned around and told him.

"Then what do you mean?"

"You should answer like this." Lin Chong gave him a demonstration, "My home is in Yangzhou!"

"Is that just one sentence?" When he went upstairs, Wang Lun lit a cigarette and then asked him with a smile.

"You talk too much," Lin Chong said, "but none of them is useful"

"Then you're wrong. Aren't we discussing it? You have to allow me to speak," Wang Lun said, playing the soot.

"Oh, well, do you know how many stairs there are here?" Lin Chong asked.

"It seems to be a lot, I haven't counted it," Wang Lun said.

"You should really count well, or you will forget a lot of things," Lin Chong told him very seriously.

"No, no, you know I never like to pay attention to these little things, which will distract me." When turning the corner, Wang Lun stopped and beat his sore waist.

"Go quickly, my life is like this staircase coming to an end soon," Lin Chong stood in the middle of the stairs and said.

"That's your life, and mine is still very long." Wang Lun shook his head and followed.

After a scent, they knocked on the door of the debtors, revealing a dark face.

"Who are you looking for?" The owner of the black face asked.

"Ximenqing!" Lin Chong pushed the door open and walked in, squeezed the black face into the door, and then Wang Lun followed him in, closed the door, stood at the door, and reached into his clothes with one hand.

He Jiu sat in front of the wooden table. He was a former catcher. He was eating his own breakfast. A white-faced little man was lying on the soft couch opposite. Lin Chong came to the middle of them and stood there. He looked at He Jiu and the little man lying on the soft couch. He felt that the man seemed to have smoked marijuana, as soft as noodles.

"What are you doing?" Lin Chong asked He Jiu.

"I, I'm eating," He Jiu replied nervously, because he knew that the man opposite was a threwinner to collect debts, but he didn't expect it to come so quickly.

"What do you eat?" Lin Chong asked.

"It's fried noodles, tomato fried noodles, with cream, chopped green onion, celery..."

"No, no, no, stop." Lin Chong took out the gun from his arms and put it on the table. "I'm just asking you what you eat. Don't tell me what's added there."

"Good" He Jiu couldn't help nodding his head.

"Okay, now tell me where I bought this fried noodles?" Lin Chong asked him.

"Fast food restaurant on the corner"

"The fried noodles there seem to be very good. Can I try it?" Lin Chong pointed to the fried noodles on the table and said.

"Dang, of course" He Jiu leaned on the chair and his heart was beating very hard.

After eating a bite of fried noodles, Lin Chong stood up and asked, "Where is our box?"

"What box?" He Jiu asked deliberately.

"You don't understand what I mean." Lin Chong held a gun in one hand, turned to the little boy on the soft couch, and opened the fire in an instant. After the smoke dissipated, the soft noodles finally fell down. "I'm not used to this pistol," Lin Chong said, "Nevertheless, I still want to thank our Song Dynasty's invention, which saved me a lot. Strength, okay, I'll ask again where my box is?

Lin Chong killed the little boy. He Jiu knew that they were really playing and not acting, so he told the truth and told them that the box was in the opposite cabinet. Wang Lun walked over and looked for it but didn't find it. He said no.

Lin Chong raised his gun to He Jiu's head again: "You seem to be very dishonest?"

"No, I'm honest. It's in the cupboard below," He Jiu replied with his head in his arms in pain.

After Wang Lun found the wooden box, he opened the lock, checked that there were a lot of things inside, and then nodded to Lin Chong.

"You're lucky," Lin Chong said, "But I have one more thing to ask you."

"Ask," He Jiu replied.

"Why did you rob the car of our dart bureau?" Lin Chong asked coldly.

"It's not my idea," He Jiu said.

"Whose is that, He Jiu, the catcher in the county?" Lin Chong asked.

"No, I'm He Jiu, it's Ximen Qing's idea," He Jiu replied tremblingly.

Lin Chong shook his neck from side to side and raised his gun to He Jiu's chest: "Don't lie to me. You are Ximenqing. The boss asked me to tell you that you did a good job, but you did a good job."

"No" He Jiu had a hunch about what was going to happen. It was really going to happen.

Wang Lun and Lin Chong stood side by side. At the same time, they raised their guns, opened fire, and shot He Jiu six times. He Jiu immediately fell off the chair.

In a moment, another person rushed out of the room. Just now, he eavesdropped for a while in the secret room next door. He knew that the debt collector was coming. Unexpectedly, he not only wanted to recover the box of things, but also killed his cousin.

He suddenly raised a big gun and pointed it at Lin Chong and Wang Lun, which scared them and thought he was going to die. "Go to hell, I'm Ximenqing!"

The big gun opened fire in an instant, with a total of six shots, which made Ximen Qing's ears buzz. He thought he had killed them.

But when the smoke dissipated, he saw that the two thuds stood in front of him unharmed.

"Damn it, this is not good." Lin Chong and Wang Lun raised their guns at the same time again and opened fire. The real Ximen Qing was blown out in an instant, and blood sprayed on the opposite wall.

Before leaving, Lin Chong turned around and came to the front of the wall behind them, pointed to the bullet hole above and said, "See, we are actually dead a long time ago."

"No, you think too much. We are living well," Wang Lun said with the box.

"Fuck, this is a miracle. God is blessing us." Lin Chong pointed a gun at one of the deep bullet holes and said, "I always feel that something is in front of us at that moment."

"I don't want to know. Let's go. Let someone burn this bird's nest later." Wang Lun urged Lin Chong to leave quickly.

"Are you listening to my fucking words? I won't swear again, but this time, I really want to say that there is really a fucking god blessing us."

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