Chapter 174 Fatty, see fat again!

Chapter 174 [Fatty, see the fat man again!] What did you say?" I looked at Hong Da in surprise, and then I immediately forced myself to calm down, narrowed my eyes, and carefully looked at the fat man in front of me.

"You heard it right. I'm telling the truth."

Hong sighed.

We are still sitting in the private room of the nightclub.

Last night, Hong Da was crazy all night. He seemed to be crazy and tried his best to vent! I roughly calculated that he pulled the girl into the small room next to him three times a night.

Even if the music outside is very big, it still can't hide the excited screams and gasps of the girl inside... The fat man is really venting. He seems to want to vent all his inner fears in this way.

At this moment, it was already dawn, but the fat man was wearing a pair of underwear, casually wearing a shirt, and sat in front of me with a lonely expression, holding a cigarette in his hand, saying something shocking to me! I'm not going to Saigon."

According to the plan, Hongda's original destination is another big city in Vietnam, and it is also the largest city in South Vietnam, Saigon! There, General Hong met with Vietnamese drug dealers. If their transaction goes well, the Vietnamese will have more share of North American drugs... Of course.

In order to avoid that, I will kill Hongda in Saigon - together with the Vietnamese he met.

And now, Hong Da sat in front of me and told me seriously that he would not go to Saigon! I frowned, stared at the fat man carefully, and began to figure out what he was thinking... "I'm telling the truth."

Hong Da took a deep puff of smoke and looked tired... Obviously, last night's carnival made him a little overwhelmed.

At this moment, the girls have all left, and the room is still filled with the smell of perfume, tobacco and alcohol.

I smiled and said, "Why? According to your plan, don't you have to go to Saigon to meet your business partner on this trip? A wry smile appeared at the corners of Hong Da's mouth.

He looked at me unabashedly: "I'm worried that I'm going to die and I'm not going back."

I raised my eyebrows and didn't say anything.

Hong Da tried his best to extinguish the cigarette butt in the ashtray: "Brother, I came out to fool around when I was 18 years old.

At the beginning, I followed the boss to be a horse, a powder line, and an airplane..." (Pink line.

Specializes in providing drug dealing with drug users.

Airplane boy: acted as a drug transporter in a drug organization) "... Later, the boss was killed... I ran all the way to North America. With the support of a group of brothers in those years, I started another stove in North America... Until now, half by luck, and half by my care, I lived until now.

Now? Anyway, I'm an independent drug demolition.

Drugs flowing to North America in Asia.

I handle a lot of things every year.

Many Duxiao in the Golden Triangle have something to do with me. The major Asian blacks in North America also put me on their customer list... to this day.

I won't talk about my other specialties, but every time the danger comes, I can always live! It's a kind of care!" Hong sighed and leaned on the sofa. The fat all over his body piled up like a mountain.

The falling meat around the waist is like a broken sack.

"I'm not greedy.

It's not that I don't want to be greedy.

But I dare not!" Hong Da smiled bitterly: "I'm afraid that I can't live to make money and spend money... I've been careful all my life. It's only with this timidity that I have lived until now... Let me tell you, many people who did this business with me in those years were bolder than me, did things more than I hate, and He stared at me: "It's just because they are greedy!" I smiled, vaguely guessed something in my heart, and handed him a cigarette with a smile.

Then order it for him with your own hands.

"...hoo..." Hong Da slowly spewed out smoke and said with a wry smile, "I'm not greedy.

I'd rather earn less. When I'm in danger, my first reaction is to turn around and run away... Many times, I'd rather bear some losses than take risks... In those years, many people laughed at me as 'rat gall', which means that I was less bold than mice.

But now I'm still talking... Those who laugh at me are either dead or squatting in prison.

I didn't say anything and waited quietly for his follow-up.

"...I originally planned to retire after finishing this ticket."

Hong Da grinned and said, "I'm different from you... Of course, I'm not sure whether you are from the big circle or those Chinese clans.

But you gangsters are different from me.

I'm a drug house demolition.

As long as I cover my head and find a place to drill, no one can find me.

The *** I live in is more dangerous than you, but it is also simpler than you.

I don't have so many thows and don't have so many guns... When we work as drugs to demolish the house, we rely on a few horses to make a living in the world.

When he talked about his own line, he suddenly got excited, with a smile on his face, and said, "Today's goods are available. I personally went to the Golden Triangle to find those drug lords to buy goods, and then asked a few horses to come over and find someone to transport them. I have done drug swallowed human transportation, black boats, and Those horses threw things to the designated place, and then took a copy of the money. Each of them was a human, and no one knew anyone... Brother, do you know what drug demolition is? I shook my head. In fact, I really don't know much about it.

"Actually, to put it simply, you may understand... Our products are like freight companies, which are similar to DHL, TNT and Global Express.

It's just that they are shipping legal goods, and we are shipping drugs.

"The key to the so-called house demolition is in the word 'dismantling'. I took the goods from the drug lords in the Golden Triangle, got them in batches, and then followed the list of various gangs in North America.

Demand, --distributed, and then send his 'deliverymen' to send them one by one... I don't take any risks, because the money is directly sent to the Golden Triangle by those gangs.

I don't have money with those gangsters, and I only have to deliver goods.

North American gangsters directly gave the money to the Golden Triangle, and then the Golden Triangle gave me the money.

In this way, I don't have to worry about being blacked.

This is a word for 'disassembly'.

Hong laughed and said, "There is another 'home'. In fact, this home should be called 'plus' of processing.

I got the whole batch of goods, and those goods can't be sold.

It needs to be processed to suck. The process is very simple, just like a food processing factory.

Boil it, make it cold, and add some additives to make it the kind of drug you see on the market.

Then it can be sent to those buyers.

He sighed: "So, we are inseparable from the demolition of the house, one is dismantling and one adding."

He casually took a bag of fruit kernels from the table, which was a snack provided in the nightclub, and then patted the outer packaging bag in front of me.

Pick up a few and throw them into your mouth, squeaking and chewing a few times.

laughed and said, "It's like this thing. This dried fruit is a fruit bought from a fruit farmer, but the food processing factory dried it, processed it, and then put it on the packaging bag.

Then send it to various supermarkets... Some drug lords in the Golden Triangle are fruit farmers who grow fruits, and those gangsters in North America are supermarkets... As for me, I am a food processing factory in the middle.

Do you understand?" I was a little puzzled: "Why did you tell me this?" Hong Da didn't answer my question directly. He sighed: "I'm old."

He patted his belly hard, and the fat on his belly crackled.

Then he looked at me with a wry smile: "***, last night, a few girls almost made me break my waist... If it had been a few years ago, I would have done them so much... It turned out.

Last night... Wow, it's me!" He smiled twice, then smoked again and looked at me with a solemn face: "I do demolition. In fact, it is dispensable. Originally, North America did not have my business, but now there are too many Asians flocking to North America... They can't get goods from the South American market, so they can only transfer goods from Asia. In this auspicious Space for survival.

What am I? Just a middleman.

saves everyone the trouble of transportation, and just draw a little commission in the middle.

To put it nice, I have mastered the source of drugs from many Asian gangs in North America. To put it hard, I'm actually their deliveryman!" So, the thing I think about most in the past two days is: where is my value... who is killing me... who is most beneficial to me when I die?

The fat man pulled out a reluctant smile, and then winked at me: "Guess what conclusion I came to?" What?" " I suddenly found that I was actually not very valuable.

The fat man smiled and said, "I cooperate with the Vietnamese, and I can only help them get more goods.

But other Asian gangs, Chinese, Indians, Iranians, they will only be tight in supply in the short term, but after a long time, they can naturally find other demolitions... I am not the only one in the world.

It's just that this year, there was a natural disaster in plantations in South America, and our drugs from Asia have been demolished, and it has only become popular overnight.

In addition, the biggest value in my hand... is the evidence."

I sat up straight!" It's evidence."

Hong Da rubbed his temple hard and said with a wry smile, "I connect with the Golden Triangle in one hand and the gangsters in North America in the other.

But the drug transactions in the middle, their transactions, prices, amounts, quantities, even contacts, accounts... I have them all! If these things are obtained by the police, it is a great evidence! But after thinking about it, the person who came to kill me this time is definitely not the police... And you, as I said, if you are a policeman, then I am the president of the United States!" I smiled.

The fat man continued: "Then the only explanation is that someone doesn't want me to trade with the Vietnamese.

So in order to stop me from trading with the Vietnamese, I have to die.

His eyes dimmed a little.

"I can't give the Vietnamese anything. I can give them a little more share of drugs at most.

Give them more transportation channels... I know what Vietnamese people suddenly want to do with drugs. They are coming to provide them to the angels of hell.

I know very well what the market in North America is now.

So the only explanation is that it is not the Chinese who killed me, but the Iranians.

It's either Indian.

Now think about it.

Most of them are done by Chinese people, so one of the other questions I've been thinking about in the past two days is: which side are you on?

The fat man has always been in a slow tone. At the end of this sentence, the tone suddenly became neat! He looked at me with a pair of soybean eyes: "You are Chinese, and it is also Chinese who killed me.

This makes Lao Hong a little confused.

Well, aside from others, I'm thinking about you... What's your purpose for me?" He shook his head, as if he were talking to himself: "The Chinese, whether it's the Chinese Gang or the big circle, want me to die.

You are Chinese, so why don't you kill me and save me instead? I sighed and said silently in my heart: Who said I wouldn't kill you? I'm going to kill him! But because I wanted to attract Tiger, a traitor, to do it first, I have been protecting him... It can be said that if Tiger hadn't betrayed the Eighth Master, I would have killed him long ago.

That's why the eighth master's order is.

He will not be killed until Hong Da and the Vietnamese meet him.

In fact, this order has no meaning. It is purely to deliberately free up time to attract Tiger to take action! I looked at this fat man with a little bitterness in my heart and thought: If it hadn't been for Tiger, you would have died long ago.

This situation is quite ironic: Tiger is the one who wants to kill him, but Tiger's own existence has prompted me to protect him alive.

The fat man shook his head and smiled: "Then I thought of the end.

is facing a very simple problem..." He looked at me and said word by word, "Don't think you are good to me now.

But in the end... Will you kill me?" He seemed to be talking to himself: "In a big principle, you must be going to kill me.

Because you are Chinese, the Chinese will definitely not let me cooperate with the Vietnamese.

No matter how things change, this big premise can't be changed.

After saying that, the guy looked at me and sighed, "Am I right?" I am speechless.

"All right, brother."

Hong Da waved his hand.

Very tired: "I dare to spread the words out with you today, but I figured it out.

Now I have a knife across my neck, and I shrink my head with a knife, and stretching my head with a knife, so... I can only beg for mercy."

He blinked and looked at me: "I'll give you a word. No matter which side you represent, I have decided not to go to Saigon or cooperate with the Vietnamese now.

I'll give you what you want."

He sighed.

said, "Alas, I was careful all my life, and finally overturned... This time I stayed in North America very well. Originally, it was not bad to cooperate with the Chinese gang, but I was fascinated for a moment. The Vietnamese opened a high price for me. I said 'I'm not greedy, not greedy' for the rest of my life ...It turned out to hit the wall."

He patted me hard and sighed, "Brother, you are so smart! You are protecting me, but you are actually controlling me under your control, aren't you? You killed my bodyguard yesterday... At that time, I had been doubting it, but I didn't dare to say it... You are so awesome. My bodyguard and I are not your opponents. To put it well, you are protecting me. To put it worse, I was actually kidnapped by you.

Isn't that right? I'm a little confused.

This fat man actually came to such a conclusion! You protected me while approaching me. When I got to the end of the mountain, you turned against me... I, Lao Hong, had no choice but to give up the Vietnamese obediently and turn to you.

Vietnamese cooperation, let's go to hell.

It's important for me to save my life, so I can only do it obediently.

Hong Da smiled bitterly and looked at me pitifully: "Now you are satisfied... I admit it.

Who is your boss? Tell him that I'm convinced.

You are awesome! This year's transaction, I, Hongda, made it for your family! That's it, isn't it?" This time, I was really stunned.

But I came to my senses immediately! Things have come to this point, which is really something I didn't expect! Unexpectedly, he deliberately protected Tiger for a few days in order to attract the traitor, but it made Hong Da suddenly afraid of death! He was afraid of death, so he actually gave up his cooperation with the Vietnamese and was ready to join us! I thought about it, took a breath evenly, and made a very calm expression: "Dude...you know...you saved your own life."

Come out this time.

I, Ciro, and Tiger, each of whom brought a new mobile phone, and the number is also new.

When you come out to do something, it's impossible to make random calls with the phone you use at home! This is for security and confidentiality, so there has always been only the phone number of Ciro and Tiger in my mobile phone.

Of course, there is also an additional number.

This number was given to me by the Eighth Master.

Tell me that I will come back as soon as I'm done - if I have any trouble, I can call this number.

This is an emergency number.

Ciro and I both have it.

But there is one... When you go out, no matter what happens, the rule is: it is absolutely forbidden to call back! In any case, you absolutely can't call the eighth master! You can't call back to the repair yard! This is the rule.

In other words, even if we die outside, it has nothing to do with the eighth master or the car repair yard! This emergency number is not too long.

is a satellite telephone number without an area code. It belongs to an internationally renowned satellite telephone company.

After a long talk with Hong Da, Hong Da arched his hand to me and said with a smile, "Brother, my life is in your hands... Brother, for the sake of getting along well these days, please show mercy!" This is a half-truthetical joke.

It makes me feel a little emotional.

But then I set off Hongda and let Ciro look at him.

I went outside and made this emergency call.

"He *** words, this terrible time, which bastard called!!!" As soon as the phone was connected, such a strong voice immediately came from the other end, with a feeling of laziness and carelessness.

This sound immediately stunned me! But then I quickly realized.

Indeed, we are active in Southeast Asia.

The nearest contact can only be him.

I suppressed the excitement in my heart and said with a smile, "Fat Fang! Brother Fang! Did you hear my voice?" ..." The other end of the phone was silent for a while. This time the voice was much clearer, and the fat man's familiar voice came steadily from the other end: "The guy with eight fingers said that he would send you to work, saying that if there was any trouble, he would come to me... I guess you must be in trouble again... Alas, sure Trouble... Shit! Do you still live a good life?" I'm in Vietnam."

I took a deep breath.

Then I said the matter briefly.

At the other end of the phone, Fatty Fang kept silent, and then he smiled and said, "I know the whereabouts of that guy Hong Da has always been staring at me, otherwise do you think you can find him so soon? That guy is harder to find than a mouse! As for what you said..." The fat man sighed and said slowly, "Let's find a way to meet first... I'm also in Vietnam, and now I'm driving a yacht to drink the sea breeze on the sea!" I was surprised when a few gunshots suddenly came from the other end of the phone! Then there was a faint sound of explosion, the sound of hydration and splashing! I couldn't help but be stunned and took the phone: "Dude, what's wrong with you?" The fat man's heroic laughter came from the other end of the phone, mixed with the sound of gunfire. His voice was a little intermittent: "It's okay, I met some Vietnamese devils on the sea, damn it, I had a fight with them, and now I'm being chased by my tail! Don't worry, I accompanied these guys around the sea a few times and solved it... They... just... go to you... **, they have cannons, we don't have them! Lift the big guy under the box... Damn it..." The phone was cut off here.

I hung up the phone and felt a little weird.

Before the phone hung up, I obviously heard the sound of an explosion, which seemed familiar - I remember when I was on the stowsquatter, the stows was chased by the coast guard, and when the gunboat bombarded the stows, it was the sound of the explosion! That is to say, the fat man was chased at sea... There are cannons on the other party's ship! Shit! Who is he fighting with?