Sha Qing

Ep61 Allies and Visitors

Taking advantage of the short breath time after dinner, Sha Qing went to the door of cell 1316.

Timothy was sitting by the bed frame and playing cards with two white men on the floor. "You've blocked the light, get away." He said without looking up.

"I'm here to talk to you," said Sha Qing, "alone."

Timothy lifted his dark grey and blue eyes and examined him for a few seconds. "You better not waste my time, newcomer." He said, begging the other two to go out.

Sha Qing came in, leaning his back against the edge of a long table nailed to the wall, his hands in his pants pockets, and standing in front of him. "I just saw Malvo's men coming out of your room for the impending war?"

"You're straight." Timothy held the playing card in his left hand, sliding his right fingertip over the card one by one, as if preparing to pick the one that was about to be discarded, with a moody look on his face. The wolf sent you as a lobbyist? It seems that he really trusts you, or ... pets? Now everyone in the entire area knows that he has a new favorite and can't wait to tie it to his waist every minute. "

"I and he are not the kind of relationship you imagine." Sha Qing answered calmly.

"Whether it is or not, I have no interest in it. What I am interested in is how you did it. One person put down the other nine-don't try to deny it," Timothy raised an index finger, His eyes cut through the flesh like a scalpel, dragging the secret hidden inside him, "Someone saw you being brought into that room by the prison guard, and then left alone. Don't forget that this is a prison, eyes are everywhere. I am curious The thing is, since you can easily get the Malvour gang, why commit to the wolf stick? What are you trying to do in the blood gang? "

Sha Qing stared at him, and slowly twitched a smile: "It's truly the" Godfather "and I can't hide anything from you. In fact, I came to you today for the foolish red-blue battle- Who cares about winning or losing two niggas? "

This remark came into Timothy's mind: who cares about the winning or losing of two niggas? He only pursues his own interests, and the real interests are consistent.

"Then what are you drawing?"

"Benefit, I'm a pragmatist." Sha Qing leaned down, pulled a chain from the neckline, and handed the square metal tag hanging from his end to him. "You recognize this thing, don't you?"

"... old Vaughan's blood card?" Timothy narrowed his eyes. "I thought they had gone into the soil with that ridiculous old man. I heard he gave one of the seven adoptive sons, and the dog that tied the dog Like a chain, he wants them to be appendages from body to heart. By the way, he was severed by one of his adoptive sons, as the idiom said, "raising tigers". "

"This is what outsiders think. In fact, this thing is not just a leash, it's a key."

"key?"

"The key to unlocking the **** empire. Old Vogan was well-thought-out all his life, but he didn't even have a blood-related descendant. He was determined to pick out the heirs from the seven adopted sons and continue to lead the blood gang after his death. He gave seven The adoptive son assigned his own tasks, set the time for completion, and wanted to pick the best one. The lucky one was Rafael Stock. But he was not the final winner because he and the other five brothers obeyed The rules of the game, only one guy ignored the rules, disrupted the order, cut off the throat of the adoptive father and boss, and finally got that position. Until now, the winner and his family still firmly occupy the West Coast. It is a small leader in many branches of the blood gang. Faral was chased and hid in prison. He would rather squat for a lifetime and not want to fall on him. And I am Shawn, another adopted son from Old Wogen. · Sevilla's son, Shaneir, got the blood card. "

Timothy patiently listened to his secret history of blood gangs, and said ironically, "What's the benefit? I don't seem to hear this word from a lot of nonsense."

"It's on the brand, but it's not me. Do you know that the usurper has been struggling to find his secret vault after killing Old Wogan? Even with inflation, it's a full $ 500 million. Think about it Well, who will the old Wogan, the deceased grandson, leave this money to? "

Timothy's eyes lit up suddenly, as if casting a hot sun on the hazy sea: "Rafael Stock? Isn't the legacy related to his blood card? Didn't he know?"

"I think so, Old Vogan died too suddenly and didn't have time to tell him at all. Now that you know why I want to rely on the Blood Gang, I will take this opportunity to approach Raphael, drop the two blood cards, and then Study the secrets of the heritage carefully. Unfortunately, I thought Raphael was in District 5, but these days I didn't hear the slightest news about him. I think only the wolf stick knows where he is. "

"Five hundred million dollars. You told me so generously, that made me have to question your true intentions. Elvis, what do you want from me?" Timothy stood up, his face graced with grace. And the dangerous smile quietly pushed the empty hand behind him.

"A seat."

"So simple?"

"It's that simple." Sha Qing shrugged, "Whether you believe it or not, I can't swallow the money anyway. If I don't want to live in the pursuit of the blood gang for the rest of my life, I must find myself strong enough Reliable backstage. That's you, Mr. 'Godfather'. "

"Our seat is precious and cannot be wasted on an outsider who has no contribution value and can't prove loyalty. And you need a sufficient introducer," Timothy said.

Killing smile: "Oh, I happen to have all of this. If I get this money, I only need one-fifth, and all the other gangs are enough to contribute enough? As for the introducer, his name is Alessio. Alessi O Bellardi. "

For a moment, the light flashing in Timothy's eyes shuddered, but it disappeared quickly, as if the coldness of that second was just an illusion. "My brother, what is your relationship with him?" He whispered, a voice of indescribable anger in his voice.

"We are friends, the kind closer than ordinary friends-‘ close friends ’.” Shaoqing replied in a tone of “you know some things ca n’t be brought to the surface”, “we lived in the same room during MCC.”

"Then you should know that there is an old scar on his knees."

"Do you mean on both ankles?"

"That was left in a street fight when he was eighteen."

"I think it should be earlier, fifteen years old, and not as simple as a street fight. He suffered so much that his spirit almost collapsed, but I'm glad he survived and sent those who hurt him Someone threw it into a meat grinder. He said to me that he hadn't removed the scar just to remind himself: If you are hurt by someone, it's easy, just do it. He did it. He is better than he looks Much stronger, isn't it? "Sha Qing still smiled, but behind that dazzling smile, a sorrow full of compassion was slowly released, this emotion was forbearing and strong, as if the whole body was full No less, had to overflow.

Timothy tensed his body like an expressionless sculpture, and he said a moment later: "I didn't expect him to tell you even this past event. He looked at him though he was gentle, but never cared for anyone, maybe He told me everything when we were young, but now ... "He didn't say any more. After only a few seconds, his expression returned to the original, looking stern and proud. The warmth before was like the ripples after the same breeze blew across the lake, and there was nothing left.

"I can make a place for you, not the kind of fringe errands, but the real family. But this commitment will not take effect until you turn in four-fifths of the contribution." Mosi said lightly, "Now, tell me, how are you going to let the wolf tell Rafael's whereabouts?"

Sha Qing stretched out his right hand, and his fingertips slid across the back of the row of playing cards in his opponent's hand. He took one of them lightly and sandwiched it with two fingers. It was the biggest ghost card: "It still has to rely on your strength, 'Godfather.'"

Timothy grabbed the metal chain tag under his neck and pulled himself closer. The two smelled each other, as if they could smell the sweet smell of each other's soul. He is familiar with the taste-that is an extreme desire for money and power, no matter which skin is wrapped under them, they are essentially the same.

"You know what I hate the most? Deceit, betrayal. If I find you lied to me, and Alessio," the mafia leader whispered softly, like a couple whispered, "You will die too Very slow, very painful, I promise. "

"You got him? You mean, not" stand by, "but" alignment "?" The wolfstick incredibly raised the volume. "How did you do that?"

"To be precise, it's an" unstable temporary alliance. "I talked to the" Godfather "and let him know that we can get him more benefits than Marvo. For this I take my own initiative Promise, no matter what benefit the uncle helps him, we can give it a 10% more-is this okay, boss? "Sha Qing looked at the wolf stick, and there was a little embarrassment in the eyes of consultation.

The wolf stick rubbed his hair vigorously: "Of course. If we win this war, our prestige will increase, and the benefits will be more than that. I actually sent someone to talk to Timothy, but he always A lack of interest. I would like to know, what did you impress him? "

Sha Qing shrugged: "Charisma? I think so."

The wolf opened his thick lips and laughed out a row of Bai Sensen's teeth: "Maybe I shouldn't let you contact him again, baby, I'm worried now that the Italian is not as straight as he looks."

Sha Qing answered indifferently: "I don't want to talk to him face-to-face, but I should always be alert to the jagged knife that he does not place on the lower back. He will talk to you personally about the relevant matters. I guess except we said the good conditions, he They will ask for additional benefits, if too much, think again. "

"You don't need to worry about this," said the wolf stick. "I will pull the Italian into the boat and kick the fat ass."

In the afternoon breeze, prisoners play football, chat, play fitness equipment, or laze in the sun.

The players of Sha Qing and Wolf Club are playing checkers. He was already familiar with this group of people, forcing his opponent to use wheel battles, and then mercilessly won two packs of cigarettes, a box of chocolate beans and a homemade knife.

The guard came over and said, "Elvis, someone is visiting the prison. Come with me."

The group visit time has passed, and it is speculated that the talking prison guard opened the back door for him and gave him a grateful smile. "Thank you, sir."

Simon nodded at him, led him across the playground, and entered the open prison cell.

Visitors are a bit unexpected. He thought he was a lawyer, Cunningham. Although he has pleaded guilty and sentenced, Canning is still in charge of some related legal documents and very unduly serves as a window of dialogue with the publishing house and the media.

But it wasn't Canning who came to visit him today.

The comer is a tall, tall man, with well-groomed short golden brown hair, dark green eyes with narrow and deep eyes, a slightly slender nose, and sharp lips, but in general, he is still personable and charming the man.

"Yo, Shaneer." Killing Qing embraced his chest and leaned back against the chair, greeting him with a smile.

At the moment he saw the killing, Shaneir gave a physical excitement. The experience of being exhausted on the island and being ridiculed by this crazy killer was so impressed in his memory that he later went on with those handsome Asian lovers (yes, he was intentional (Picking a similar appearance) When going to bed, from time to time, I think that a sharp blade cut off his throat silently from below, and then he was shocked with cold sweat.

Are you a masochist? of course not! Shanier said to himself, at that time you had no money, no power, and had to be controlled by others, but now it is different. Time has changed. You are a successful person with a status and status, but he has become a prisoner under the ranks. Why can't you do anything you want?

Thinking about it this way, a false, condescending smile appeared on his face, and each strand of hair exuded a sense of superiority: "It's been a long time, and it's killing. Are you still used to living in the" grave "? Oh, maybe At first it was very difficult. Every prison has something in common. They love to bully new people. After all, they are all murderers, drug dealers, and gangsters. Being a serial killer is not so outstanding, right? "

The blue-eyed look replied calmly: "It's really not used to me. But compared to the overwhelmed and exhausted knockouts who have been squatting here for seven years and four months and gone out, I think I still live a good life Nourishing. "

The cannons were still sharp, and Shanir's teeth were itchy. He leaned forward, sending threatening messages from the body to the language: "It's different now, killing the youth, I now have money, and I'm washing the once dirty boots with the blood of the enemy-the traitor told me This is the first one, and he has died so hard to recognize his mother. Then there will be those ungrateful and downcast villains, and those shameless thieves who have stolen my status and power ... "

"You can kill people as much as you like, and it has nothing to do with me." Sha Qing slumped his waist lazily and almost put his feet on the table under his nose. "In my eyes, you will always be that bluff and bad luck. Stupid little wolf dog. "

Shaneir took a sigh of relief. He couldn't bear to hold the opponent's placket in his hand: "Can't you just keep holding on to the broken things of the past! I'm not the loser who can't even afford the money, I'm back to life! You You can't treat me like that again! "

"What's the problem?" The goalkeeper standing by the door pressed his baton and came over alertly.

Killing a young man and raising his hand stopped him: "It's okay, sir, he's just a little hysterical, especially in an unbearable environment."

"Release your hands, otherwise the meeting will end here." Simon warned the visitor with a glance and turned away.

Shaneer let go of his hand angrily and muttered, "This prison guard is new. If the old man here is afraid to speak to me in this tone ..."

"Come on, my little wolf dog." Crossing the fingers with his fingers crossed, holding his jaw on the back of his hand, smiling **** and dangerous, "Say, what on earth are you doing? Look for the bone biscuit I want to reward when I return to the Frisbee?"

Shaneier had almost given up his original plan to return, and said helplessly, "I want to return my necklace."

The slender young finger was pressed in the middle of the clavicle, and slowly slid down the fabric of the chest: "You mean this, the" souvenir "you gave me?"

The last word emphasized by the other's accent made Chanel's face guilty. He certainly didn't want to do such a shameful thing, but thought of the huge benefit hidden in that blood card (if he knew it earlier)-even if he still had some kind of mixed feelings of fear and desire ... Sadly, he thought, but that couldn't compete with that interest. He was determined to say shamelessly, "Yes, I now regret it and want to come back."

The young man couldn't help laughing, and Shanier never saw him laugh so wildly, it was almost happy. "Oh, oh, you're really good, Shane." He smiled, bent his **** and thumb and bounced each other's eyebrows, as if he was not harshly scolding a puppy who bit his master: "I don't I'll give it back to you, if you have the ability to grab it yourself-otherwise you can come in again, how about it? "

Shaneir, with a clear face, gritted his teeth and said, "Do you think I can't do anything else? I just flew over from Los Angeles a few hours ago. Guess who I saw at the airport over there? Yes, you The FBI scratched his head, alone, hurrying. Do you think if there is a muzzle pointing at him in the dark, will he have a sixth sense to help him avoid the bullet that he didn't know when to fire? "

Los Angeles? A hidden string at the bottom of Sha Qing's heart was tossed, and a long-sounding astringent sour sounded. He replied calmly: "Because he sent you to prison in the first place, you have to avenge a vengeance? Very good, report this to me too. But don't expect me to thank you, I'll wait Reporting this news and doing my part to reduce my sentence, then you can also happily come in and be my inmate. "

Shaneier felt that it would be humiliating to stay, and he turned away suddenly. He wouldn't give up on that. He would kill Qingguan in prison anyway. He had time and means to get back the blood card that belonged to him.

"He's a bit nervous." Simon came over, preparing to send the youth to the prison area. Although he could not hear the conversation between the two, he was impressed by the expression of the visitors.

"It's true, but it's pretty boring, isn't it." Sha Qingxi answered with a smile.

Beside him, the young prison guard deliberately slowed his pace, and the warm winter sun slanted in from the iron gate on the other side of the corridor, and they walked side by side in this way, stepping on the sunlight grid step by step. This is also very good, very good, Simon thought, let's make it come a little slower.

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