rust and bone

: "Sit down."

He tried to figure out where he was standing in the night. Several small lights on the highway flickered on and off, and the brightest light came from Sima's car.

"I reject."

Dino Ferrari gave him his trademark dry grin, and pulled the safety catch of Beretta in Cima's car a few steps away.

"You've seen a circus."

Sansas remained silent, pressing tightly on Browning's gun.

"Ever seen them catch a disobedient lion?"

"I've been a young master for more than twenty years." He said slowly, raising his gun as if admiring Beretta's lacquered shell, "but don't think that every young master is a dry meal."

Sansas squatted halfway, and stretched out his hand to touch his lower back: "As I said, I have no memory of what happened in those years."

"However," he stretched out his hand, and Browning clicked the latch, "it should be enough."

Dino looked up at him in surprise, hooking the trigger with his little finger: "What did you say?"

"Enough." He gripped the gun tightly, something was moving in the dark night, "You are like this, enough."

Countless footsteps sounded, and he fired without hesitation.Sparks flew in the dark night, mixed with the muffled sound of flesh hitting the ground.

——You give people too strong a feeling.

Well done, he's going to be a fucking target now, let those guns call, keep the enemy within range of him.He doesn't even need to feel the direction of the enemy, he just keeps pulling the trigger to form a 360-degree rain of bullets around him.In such a firefight, if ten shots only hit nine dog legs, it is really a waste of bullets for his grandma.

A bullet pierced his right arm.Sansas lowered his right hand, regardless of the terrible necrosis that would be caused by the blocked backflow, crossed his arms and fired at the nine o'clock and one o'clock directions at the same time.

He had no cover, and in the dark of night, when everyone was invisible, he had to rely on his other senses to shoot.And he knew that his five senses were undoubtedly excellent.

Except for the recognition barrier left by the unknown and memoryless shipwreck.

The gunshots became quieter, and it was unclear whether it was my own or someone else's.Sansas strode to a run and backed up to the on-ramp.The moist, fresh air of midnight puffed into his lungs, instantly lifting his spirits.

He changed the bullet with his uninjured left hand, and Sima's car lights came on.In foggy days, the xenon headlights with a penetrating power of up to 100 meters caused severe pain in his pupils.

"I think the deepest love is that after separation, I will live like you."

...Is this the end?

The last thing that came into view was the gun barrel protruding from the window of Cima's car.

Kohler gun, barrel loaded with grenade.

He pulled the safety catch and turned around.

come on.

The car motor roared like a roar.

--bring it on! !

#14

Dino raised his leg.Stepping on the unconscious mutilated head of a middle-aged man.

He didn't even care that his brains were spilling onto the floor, and rolled on it with great interest, leaving Brody facing Squayro with a hole in his face.

"Let's talk about it." Dino Ferrari stopped the disgusting behavior of humiliating the corpse, and gracefully put his fingers together.

"I didn't know you actually liked these perverts inside."

Dino laughed.

"There are very few human desires that are not ugly, sir." He sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, squinting his eyes at the silver-white head that was held down by the horse boy on the ground, with cruel upside-down lines on the corners of his mouth.

Squearo twisted sharply, and immediately slapped the right cheek, and shouted, "Hey, why are you sitting in Sansas's place!"

Dino came over and squatted down, looked at him with interest, and patted his cheek in humiliation: "Why? I am the owner of the house, so why do I need to do things?"

"Mobiledale, No. 01 Francis Road." He picked up a thin page of paper in the brown file bag, read, and then shrugged exaggeratedly, "A laundry entrusted to the Alabama Church to manage. The room can also be used as the customer’s contact agent address.”

Dino came over with the brown paper bag, and threw it down to Squearo's head.

Scraps of paper flew away.

"Think I can't find you?!" He suddenly yelled.

"Which stupefied young man would dare to play a fucking sniper on Lao Tzu's territory!"

He rolled up his cuffs, squatted down and slapped him loudly.

"Damn things!"

After the rough hands, he fiddled with the hem of his suit and stood up, gasping for breath, but soon smiled again: "You are so smart, the big joker of Monte Carlo."

Skelrow snorted weakly: "You even know this, it seems that we have nothing to talk about."

"No, no, I'm sorry, let him go first." The boys let go of Skearo and retreated outside the door, "We need to have a good talk."

After everyone left the room except for the middle-aged man wearing glasses, he picked up a crumpled old newspaper and put it in front of Skearo.

"I have been the eldest son for more than [-] years, and I finally waited until my father passed away. The old man in the family has to insist on inserting a breathing tube." He lit a cigarette, and Skearo stared at the circled under the headline. scarlet letter.

Florida mafia boss, son, mistress dead.

Panama cruise ship accident kills Florida mafia boss, son and mistress

The last line is connected.

"Wait a minute," he pushed the newspaper back and interrupted coldly, "I'm not interested in your life, straight to the point, pedophile."

Romario's face turned blue, and he subconsciously reached out to touch his lower back.

Skearo snatched the cigarette from the other party's mouth, took a deep breath, and took a sip: "Do you want me to die?"

"That's boring." The man with an extremely annoying smile slowly pulled out the revolving wheel from his suit jacket, filled a bullet in it, then kicked the revolving wheel with his thumb and spun a few times quickly, pushing forward in the chamber.

"Try your luck." He handed the gun to Romario, nodding his index finger at Squearo.

"Do you want to bet, Ferrari." He looked at Romario, whose index finger was on the trigger: "What if he is the one who died."

Regardless of the blue face of his subordinates, Dino whistled briskly: "No."

He blinked and stared at Romario's trembling index finger.

"I don't think so, then I really don't," he said again.

The room was very quiet, Romario closed his eyes and pulled the trigger.

click.

—— There was a clear empty sound of being favored from the gun barrel.

Dino took the gun and aimed it at his temple. He caught the trigger and moved his fingers. He suddenly turned his head and said, "Before I die, let me say that if my brain is blown out, please change the money back. If not, I will not pursue this account."

He breathed a sigh of relief: "As you can see, I am not young anymore."

There was a second hollow click in the barrel.

Squearo raised his head abruptly, and there was a muffled sound that could be heard clearly and audibly in his chest.

Boom, boom, boom.

He stared at the polished gun case, and was shot by Dino, who slid over from the end of the coffee table.

The only left hand grasped the gun.

Wait a minute.

He raised the gun slowly.

Romario and Dino Ferrari looked at him as if they were watching a one-horned rhino in a cage, with the unique pleasure of watching a rhino before slaughter.

He's done playing.

But wait a minute, he can't die yet.

One.

Dino's expression changed.

two.

He yelled: "Romario!"

three.

Squearo raised his gun.Not to my forehead, but to the side of the coffee table.

Before it was fired, he clearly heard the click of the firing pin.

——The reason for shooting is the same.

……Pigeon.

The pigeon flew by, coo coo coo coo coo coo.

--flew away.

He starts.

He used up his only bullet.

This time, the left hand of the alcoholic patient did not shake at all.

ended.

#15

I walk on a lonely road

This is the only way I know

i don't know where it leads

But it's like my home and I walk alone

I walk on this empty road

On this boulevard of broken dreams

the city is asleep

And I'm the only one awake, walking alone

Studying the preface and epilogue

no right or wrong business as usual

checked my pulse

So I'm still alive, I'm walking alone

——Green Day [Avenue of Broken Dreams]

It's so hot.

The car speeds through the Nevada desert, pulling a storm of smoke on the dusty road.

He pounded the gas pedal recklessly, going as fast as he could.Hell, maybe it's the alcohol that kicks up the adrenaline rush.

He didn't know how long he drove, sometimes chasing the sunset, sometimes chasing the sunrise.Sometimes when he was sleepy, he went into the convenience store at the gas station to buy alcohol, and someone told him to fuck off the Slav, and he refused, so he shot the little fag in the head.

If he really couldn't hold on, he would sleep on the back seat, lying in the pile of 300 million banknotes. The bad thing was that the banknotes not only smelled of burnt ink, but also couldn't block the wind and keep warm at all.

Come on, crossing Nevada, how long is left.

It's dawn.He drove all night, holding the steering wheel tightly with his left hand, and even the muscles in his upper arm began to ache.

On both sides of the highway are ghost towns left behind by the gold rush.The collapsed factory building is like the wreckage of a giant beast. Rows of neat, rust-red ribs are exposed under the weathered rust-red fur.

The dashboard showed that it was four o'clock in the morning.

dawn.

The clouds began to glow with the unique white light of summer.

Under the distant sky, a few pillars of light were crumbling, passing through the leaden night.

He roared and stepped on the gas pedal to the end.

Black lotus sports car speeds up sharply, on the open back seat, million dollar bills with the head of the founding father, snowflakes