you said you would come to see me

The gangsters were indeed entrenched in Luotuo's house, and they also conducted necessary interrogation of Ah Fu.

But fortunately, I didn't beat him much, maybe because I didn't care too much about this guy from the capital. Everyone thought that the refugees from the capital came here in a daze, so they didn't have much suspicion and dispersed one after another.

Ah Fu originally wanted to inquire about the whereabouts of the camel, but when he heard them cursing and saying that the camel must be fucking recruited again, Ah Fu felt that it was better not to talk too much.

He couldn't figure out why the camel never thought of leaving.The life in this pustule of Baihui slum is not lived by human beings at all, not even a moment of peace for the mother.

But when he saw the powder and dirty needles scattered on the table, he realized that perhaps for people like Luo Tuo, this is already the most free paradise.

Ah Fu barely fell asleep, and when he woke up at night, he asked Grandma for a bite to eat.Grandma still kept nagging him not to meddle in his own business, and Ah Fu also said as usual that he didn't know anything, how could he be meddling, let alone whether he was qualified to meddle, he didn't even touch a brick.

He thought he could just stay like this for a few days, and wait until the camel came back to see what he planned next.Unexpectedly, the next morning, he didn't even make breakfast for himself, and he heard the noise outside the house.

His first reaction was that the camel was coming back, so he rushed out.

But who knew it was three police cars.

The police car barely managed to drive into the long and narrow alley, blocking the road to the brim.At the same time, many young people came out of the house, holding long guns and short guns.

One of the golden jackals opened the car door, and his belly was slightly scratched.He wears big sunglasses, and the police badge reflects the dazzling sunlight.When the surrounding people were almost crowded around, he rolled up his sleeves and waved, and the rest of the golden jackals also got out of the car.

They also held long guns and short guns, and seemed to be fighting gangs.

Ah Fu hurriedly drilled into the house, he couldn't stand another round of gun battle anymore.

But after two steps, he stopped.

Ah Fu thought about it, this is not right, the only one who fights against the gangsters is the red eagle, and the golden jackal has been bribed by the gangs a hundred and eighty times, maybe the belly is raised by the things that were paid for.

What's more, the election is going on now, and the red eagles are waiting for the opportunity to mobilize them. The golden jackals and the gangsters should unite and make a concerted effort to speak out. Why are there internal strife at this time?

However, before Ah Fu could think clearly, he saw the gang members forming a circle to make way.Two young and strong boys came up with four suitcases, and with a bang, they threw the suitcases on the front cover of the police car.

Then they opened the suitcase, and the heady smell of banknotes hit their faces.

Turning to look at Jin Jackal again, the potbellied leader, Jin Jackal, grinned and beckoned again, and several police officers opened the back of the car.

They also carried a few suitcases and threw them on the ground. The young gangster went up to open them one by one again, and the white bricks of each case were dazzled by the sunlight.

Ah Fu was terrified. Sure enough, the closer the election was, the more provocative the two sides would be.This fucking didn't even bother to pretend, and even used a police car to transport drugs directly.

It is estimated that the usual route was also cut off by the red vulture, so he could not go on the black road, so he just took the fucking white road.

Although the Red Vulture has high authority and can intercept the cars of the golden jackals and the gangsters at will, their mass base is not as deep as the gangsters and the golden jackals, and their network is not so dense.Once the golden jackals and gangsters counterattacked together, they would have already suppressed the red vulture by a large margin, even in terms of numbers alone.

The drug dealers and the golden jackals couldn't believe it anymore, the group of red vultures was so numerous that they could figure out all the patrol routes of the police cars, and then cut them off.

It's true that there are policies and countermeasures. Ah Fu doesn't know whether to be surprised or lament.

However, the matter did not end there. The next night, Ah Fu saw on TV that three congressmen were shot dead.

The three congressmen all expressed their intention to improve the ecological environment of the slums. Even if they did not specify the need to crack down on drugs, others could hear their policy orientation after taking office.

So they can't get on stage.

The gangsters and the golden jackals counterattacked very quickly and violently, so that even if the top team still wanted the Red Eagle to continue to operate, they had to consider the personal safety of the subordinates, thus suspending the efforts of the drug crackdown.

Every time such a counterattack is launched, countless people will compromise.They either handed in their resignations, or kept silent, and then everyone acted as if nothing had happened, allowing the election to proceed unexpectedly and within reason.

Ah Fu turned off the TV, and there was noise in his ears again.He found out that there was loud music playing outside the house, which proved that the slums had celebratory dinners.

He opened the door and walked out until he reached the factory building at the end of the street.

He has never been to that factory building once, and every time Luotuo asked him to play with him, Ah Fu politely refused.He couldn't even stand the smell of marijuana from camels, let alone the various smells that filled the entire factory building.

But tonight was different, maybe even he felt something, so he kept walking, and finally stepped into the gate of the factory building.

This is an abandoned large warehouse, which was used to refine oil before. It was abandoned after an explosion, but it was blown up but not completely blown up, leaving an empty shell standing in place.

According to Luo Tuo, several developers originally wanted to buy the land, but after a few quarrels with the gang, they left in despair.

Of course the gangs will make trouble. This place is said to be an oil refinery, but in fact there are several small processing rooms of the gangs themselves.It doesn't matter that the explosion destroyed their goods, if the developer still wants to take the land away - they will definitely not be happy.

But no gang seemed willing to renovate it either.

It may also be due to superstition, thinking that if it explodes once, it will explode a second time.This place is destined to explode, so no one dares to put banknotes on it.

Just because the drug lords don't want to get close doesn't mean that other people don't want to jump on it.

So over time, this became a gathering place for fans and girls.With their abundant imagination and creativity, they built a canopy with rotten bricks and rotten wood strips, and mended and circled it again.

Every weekend, the place is crowded with lonely figures, and the roof collapsed several times.Fortunately, anyway, the ceiling is made of rotten wood and plastic sheets, so it doesn't hurt much to drop it.

It was the same tonight, but not quite the same.

Because not long after Ah Fu entered, he noticed several tall wooden stakes.

He thought it was a few people standing on it like walking on stilts, but when he got closer, he realized it was not.

They were some uniforms of Red Vultures. They were held up by wooden slats to look like scarecrows. The only difference was that the heads on the neckline were not made of straw, but were actually the heads of several dead Red Vulture members. .

I don't know when those people were killed, their skin has sunken and turned black.Their faces are extremely ferocious, and there are words written on the faces of several heads, and these words are connected into a sentence.

——My head is worth 100 million.

And even though the body does not exist, Ah Fu can guess that those broken limbs are probably packed in a cardboard box, and they have already been quietly lying in some conspicuous places, waiting for the living Red Vulture with the most provocative attitude. discover them.

As a result, the red vultures will show an angry but helpless appearance, and that is the greatest victory for the golden jackals and the gangsters.

At that moment, Ah Fu felt a chill, and his head became dizzy.

He didn't like Red Vulture at all, he admitted.

But he is even more disgusted with everything at the moment.

He didn't give a damn about drugs because it wasn't his business.It's fine if he doesn't smoke, and it's over if he doesn't get close.He has always believed in the saying that blocking my money will kill me, so he understands the revenge of gangsters and golden jackals, and also understands their deep hatred with Red Vulture.

But what he saw now, he could no longer use "understanding" to convince himself.

He watched the people whose brains were damaged by drugs swaying, the smiles on their faces and the banknotes in their pockets, the camels lying on the soft sofa, unable to raise their eyelids, and the absurd , Crazy, sick, rotten joy, suddenly felt an indescribable hatred.

The poor are indeed the hardest group. They have to live under the coercion and lure of the gangsters in order to survive. They have to sell sugar for the peace of the whole family, cover for the gangsters, and deliver cigarettes and alcohol to the golden jackals.

The desire to live another day compelled them to obey, to be obedient, to keep their mouths shut, to be silent.

So they became accomplices.

Ah Fu stared at those shriveled heads until his stomach was overwhelmed.

If this is paradise, it must be the paradise of the devil.

That night Ah Fu walked out of the factory building, out of the alleys, out of the slums, and walked desperately forward.

He has no purpose, but escape seems to be the only purpose.

Baihui has entered the early autumn, and the wind at night is cool, but it can't blow away the too strong fragrance here.

The children on the street ran past Ah Fu, and were called to stop by their parents from time to time, and took a bag of candy to go further afield.

The TV continued to play the speeches of the councilors in turn. They impassionedly showed their ambitions to everyone, with hyperactive and protruding blue veins on their foreheads, and blood vessels bulging due to excitement under their smiling skin.

Ah Fu left them far behind, and the cheerful music also dissipated.

He had to catch his breath, so he stopped slowly when there was no way to go.

That was the highest point of the slum, a small hilltop.

Under this slope, you can see the lights of thousands of houses, the smoke from the kitchen, and the voices of people.

He remembered that when he was in Taodao, he would go up to the high place with his younger brother, and then they would sit on the ground like now, blowing the night breeze, watching the stars or the lights of the residents.So the younger brother would point in the direction of the school, and in the distance the bell would ring on the hour.

Ah Fu propped his hands on the ground, the soil was wet and soft.Such a land is so fertile that it can grow a vast expanse of poppy fields.

He had heard about those processing factories from the mouths of his elders, and those tents were like black crows' military tents entrenched outside the edge of the city, in the dense jungle.Tents were set up one by one, and boilers were lit one by one.

The workers are busy inside with bare arms, and the sweat is mixed with the white paste like flour.

They worked day and night, picking, filtering, distilling, purifying, and then splitting them into different packets, and the neat bricks or flour slid down the assembly line.

From black to white, from rough and cheap to refined and expensive.

Immediately afterwards, a truck came out of the forest, like a wild animal running in the jungle.

They roared and detoured from the potholed dirt road, detoured onto the secondary road and then detoured onto the asphalt road, heading for the center of the city, or going further away from the city.

There is an endless stream of prosperity.

Baihui is really at the right time, place, and people. It is located at the junction of five countries. Even if the port is closed, there are countless ways to send treasures to all parts of the world.These roads are blood vessels, which continuously spread the virus.

If you pinch one, you will go to the second, if you pinch two, you will open up the third and fourth.

All roads lead to Rome, this principle was fully utilized by the people of Baihui.As long as you avoid the road guarded by the black crow army, those checkpoints guarded by the golden jackal will naturally be unimpeded.

Ah Fu is very curious, is it the police car of the golden jackal that enters and exits those checkpoints now.Bags full of spiritual poisons were stuffed in their trunks. When they drove out, they planted seeds, and when they drove back, they were full of golden fruits.

Ah Fu looked up at the sky, there was a hint of dark red in the sky tonight.It was hidden beyond the clouds, like the head and naked skin of a red vulture.

He recalled the first time he saw the red vultures beating people. They overturned their breakfast cart, and they beat people bloody with the butt of a gun.The black wings covered the sky and the sun, and their feathers fluttered like a long and narrow bolt of lightning.

Ah Fu sat quietly on the edge, not knowing how long it had been.

He suddenly wanted to know if the Chi stick recognized the heads of the red vultures in the venue. If he did, then he was really as furious as the drug dealer expected, or as calm as he saw.