Wanderer

Chapter 112 Undercover

Ten days later, a slovenly man sat huddled in the sun on the corner of the famous "Degenerate Street" in Zhangqing City, and squatted across from a homeless man, staring at the half cigarette in his hand with glaring eyes. The hand in the torn padded jacket was about to move, the man glanced at him coldly, took a deep breath provocatively, and immediately exhaled a fancy smoke ring.

"Damn it." The homeless man spat thick phlegm at his feet, before the man stood up, he ran away with oil on his feet.

According to unofficial statistics, there are at least as many so-called "degenerate streets" as there are universities all over the country. Internet cafes, bars, snacks, streets, beauty salons and one-stop services carry most of the living expenses of college students and strongly stimulate the GDP of surrounding areas. Everywhere is sensual, luxurious, and depraved. It is true that you can become poor like a dog after walking around.

And this "Degenerate Street" in Zhangqing is more than worthy of its name. It is adjacent to the chemical plant on the left and the garbage station on the right. The sewage and waste on both sides come into the ditch here. Not to mention the violent chemical reaction, the billowing stench killed all the rats, but the deadly wild cats and wild dogs were unwilling to come in and fulfill their duties in the food chain, and let the pile of little things rot It turned into pieces of carrion, and finally a severe infectious disease broke out. The few remaining original residents died and ran away, and finally turned this place into a place of death. A place where decent people can't stay, naturally It has become a geomantic gem for less serious people.

It was getting dark, and recently it was said that the big drug dealer came here, and the rumors were very tight. The Drug Enforcement Bureau conducted surprise inspections three times a day, and even made great progress in the anti-pornography business. When "Living Color and Fragrance" came out to carry out activities, but now there are very few people there, and it really has a bit of twilight and lifelessness.

The man smoked another cigarette, glanced at the phone, threw the cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it with his toes, followed the address on the phone to a dock warehouse several hundred meters away, and answered a call on the way. The man said obediently: "Brother Fan, I brought you all the brothers, but the deal is too big. Our big tree fell down and there is no place to enjoy the shade. I think it's a bit precarious."

Brother Fan avoided the children running back and forth, grabbed the hand of one of them, snatched his wallet back, ignored the scolding from the bastard behind him, and continued to walk unhurriedly, saying: " Oh, then don't do it."

"...Ah?" The voice over there suddenly rose an octave, "What? Don't do it?!"

"Yes, I won't do it." Brother Fan laughed, "What to do, at worst, let's go in together. If we go in, we will go in. Where the loess doesn't bury people, it's just a matter of a gun."

There was a much deeper and hoarse laugh, and the phone was disconnected.

When we arrived at the warehouse, there were already a few people standing there, all of whom were local "reputable" brokers, and one of them was directly under the confidant of a certain "big brother".There are many people who want to do this business, not only for money, but because he is too elusive, and in the eyes of these small fish and shrimp who have never seen the big world in the mainland, it has become a legend that is not worthy of the name , even if he is a bereaved dog at this moment, many people are looking forward to his comeback. Of course, the friendship in the snow is far deeper than the icing on the cake.

Wen Hai——he should be called Zhang Fanming now, he is dressed in a nondescript way, jeans and an old T-shirt, he stepped on a pair of dirty sneakers with a circle of mud on them, his face is haggard, his hair is full of sleepy bridge holes Grass clippings and mud ideas, no matter in their demeanor or actions, they are vigilant and exhausted after running for a long time. They are mixed with a group of people who are either fierce or rich, and they are completely invisible.

He looked around, yawned a little, and squatted down along the broken wooden crate, looking pitifully about to fall asleep.

In the midst of the noise, someone yelled, "Fuck your mother! The note is here!"

The crowd was in chaos in an instant, some were about to draw their guns, some were about to jump out of the window, and some were shouting "Protect the villain". Zhang Fanming raised his eyelids, stood up unhurriedly, turned around and left through a rather hidden side door. Just a few steps out, he was stopped by someone head-on. The man who stopped him was tall and burly, half a head taller than him, with a body of strong muscles, and asked in a rough voice: "What are you doing?!"

Zhang Fanming said lazily, "I came to see the monkey show."

The man smiled: "Where's the monkey?"

"Aren't they all making trouble inside?" He pointed to the warehouse, turned his head and sighed: "Brothers are all doing business against the wind and with sincerity. If you do it like this, it's fine if the business fails, and it hurts friendship."

The man glanced at the warehouse with disdain, and said: "What the evil master wants is not just a few goods, those things inside are too tender to make anything."

Only then did Zhang Fanming wake up, his eyes quickly swept across the man's face, and he nodded slightly.

"Thank you." The man pointedly looked at Wen Hai's pocket, "I'll take you to see Mr. Evil."

What the evil master wants is not goods, but people.Wen Hai immediately understood the deep meaning of the man's words. It seems that the evil master is really old and strong, and his evil intentions are not dead. This time, he made rumors that he wanted to buy goods. First, he wanted to solve his own urgent needs. Those who can be used by him will take root in the local area with twice the result with half the effort.

... In this way, it's no wonder that his false identity is particularly favored by the villain.

He was taken to the basement of the warehouse by the man, and what was waiting for him there was not the evil master, but the informant from the local Drug Enforcement Bureau who was in charge of connecting with Wen Hailai. He was shot at the head by the gangsters, and stared tremblingly at the leisurely Zhang Fanming: "Fan, Brother Fan, he, they said they couldn't find out your details, and some brothers said, that you are an official. people..."

"Oh, which brother said it, stand up and let me see." Zhang Fanming unhurriedly swept the circle of people around him, "Who will not talk nonsense when two lips touch each other, you say I am a cop , I also said that I am the captain of the criminal police, how about I take you to my office?"

There was a burst of laughter around, and the informant was afraid that he was also frightened by such an unreasonable answer, his eyebrows twitched, and he immediately nodded and said: "Misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding, Brother Fan used to help Brother Sun in the It’s okay for the local brothers to not know each other when running outside the city.”

The man who led him asked him, "Are you from Brother Sun?"

Zhang Fanming didn't nod or shake his head, "I ran around and did my own work. In the early years, I was supported by Brother Sun. I don't count as subordinates. He is my eldest brother. When my elder brother is in trouble, I will help him run errands."

Not far away, someone said coldly: "Has the surname Sun stopped Lian Woduan half a month ago?"

"Hey, it's sad to say that." Zhang Fanming smiled narrowly, "It's not long since you've just arrived, and the news is quite..."

"Don't play tricks!"

"It's like this—" Zhang Fanming lit a cigarette, "I committed some crimes last month and was targeted by the cops. I originally wanted to join Brother Sun, but before I saw him, the tree fell and the monkeys scattered. I’m really being chased so hard here, I’m in a hurry to raise money and run away.” He pinched his pocket as he said, “That’s what I got when I helped Brother Sun run around, it’s all gold, you see Just give it, enough for me to explain to the snakehead."

The man looked Zhang Fanming up and down, and asked, "What did you do to be watched so closely? You probably haven't closed your eyes these days, right?"

Zhang Fanming dusted off the cigarette ash, and said lightly: "I encountered some trouble when shipping the goods. I had a few words with a few local bastards and got out of the way. I blamed me for being in a hurry to deliver the goods at that time. Just throw it into the sea to feed the fish, but it didn’t clean up.”

Hearing his casual tone, the young people present couldn't help but get goosebumps all over their bodies.

The man stared at Zhang Fanming intently, and the other party looked back at him without hesitation—when this man looks at people, compliments are written on his face, flattery is written on his face, and fear is also written on his face. The whole person is covered with a layer of worldly sophistication, which is the most typical "old fritters", but under that layer of slickness hides an extremely sharp indifference, as if he really wants to live, but if he really dies, he will die. It's also indifferent.

This is the look that can only be seen if you have seen blood and played your life. No one knows it better than people like them.

"Grandpa has been in poor health for the past few days. We are not in a hurry to do business. You are indispensable." The man leaned forward, "Seeing that you have no place to stay, I will ask my brothers to find you a place to rest. You can rest assured in it." .”

Zhang Fanming agreed happily, nodded and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

Coming out of the warehouse, Wen Hai and the informant got into the car arranged by the evil master, and after walking for almost three kilometers, the informant cleared his throat and said, "Brother Fan, you put me in..."

Wen Hai immediately stepped on it, handed over the phone with a calm face, and said, "Hey, I haven't been back to Zhangqing for a long time, can you help me see how to get here?"

The informant took the phone and saw an open memo on the screen - "There is a car following, don't go to the meeting place, don't make calls."

"How to get there?" Wen Hai said impatiently, "Do you want to go out from the third entrance of the east or the second entrance of the north? Your overpass is like a fucking labyrinth. I took a taxi yesterday and made an extra 200 yuan. .”

East three and north two, the secret code they agreed on before, east three means identity exposure, and north two means the situation is safe.

The informant laughed shortly, "It's safest to take North Two, East Three is a bit faster, but it's easy to get stuck in traffic, no matter how fast a car gets there, it will take three wheels."

It means that the current situation is safe, but this false identity is also likely to be exposed, not only because their preparation time is too hasty, but the evil master is now at the end of the road, dare not be negligent, even if it is a real drug dealer, he will have to be skinned Investigate again.

"Brother Fan." The driver interrupted Wen Hai's thoughts, "Where are you going, I will take you there."

Wen Hai put away his mobile phone, yawned lazily, and said, "Go and find me a place to sleep first."

"Hey, good."

"Team Hong." An investigator a few hundred meters away pressed the phone, "Team Wen gestured when he left the warehouse, telling us to stop tracking. Now the target is about to disappear. May I ask the next action plan?"

All the commanders in the meeting room looked pale, Dui Hong looked at the old man beside him, and asked, "What's your opinion?"

The master asked: "Have our people figured out where the evil master is hiding?"

Hong Dui shook his head, "The operation went smoothly, but if the one who is waiting in the warehouse today is a villain, Wen Hai gives us a signal, and we can act immediately, but now it seems that we are not ready."

"Then there's nothing we can do. The arrow is on the string, so there's no reason to hold back." The master lit the last hand-rolled cigarette, took a deep breath, "Wen Hai knows how to measure, let him play, see In the end, who can he play to death?"

Two minutes later, an unremarkable black car drove off the viaduct, mixed into the rush hour traffic, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The author has something to say:

The plot is all nonsense, without logic, without basis.

Thank you all.