Snow City under the scorching sun

boom! boom! boom!

The night is dark and windy, and today is the full moon. With a few gunshots, dark clouds slowly drifted past, covering half of the moonlight.

Three strong young men were lying on the ground, and they were dying.There were five men in black who were dealing with the scene. Those three were just ordinary gangsters. They were majestic last night, chasing and killing others with machetes in their hands, but they were shot to death tonight.

"I don't understand why Miss asked us to go to this ghostly place and kill these three trash." A man in black asked with a look of disdain.

The middle-aged man standing aside was smoking a cigarette. He gave the man a hard look and said in a deep voice, "Don't ask if you shouldn't!"

The surroundings were pitch black, and everyone was dressed in black. Except for the light spot of the cigarette in the middle-aged man's hand, each of them had a red handkerchief around their hands.

For three days, Chris had a very comfortable and comfortable three days.He was very glad that those two knives didn't kill him.Because of serious injuries, these three days were just running errands for the Red Skull in Saint Nar, and for the rest of the time, they used the excuse of changing the medicine to go to Rabbit Vivienne.

But he knew that the Red Skull didn't support disabled people. Although his body was still very weak, he could at least drive a car. As long as he was more careful, he could still deliver goods.

In the scorching sun at noon, Chris drove his black Toyota slowly on the west coast of Naer. He had already completed the transaction, and the bag of cash on the co-pilot lay quietly.The weather was very hot, he was wearing a white casual shirt with the neckline open, and the scar on his chest was looming.With a glass of iced milkshake in hand, we chatted about everything.

He looked at the crowds coming and going, most of them were tourists, and when he saw some beauties from time to time, he would attract Chris's eyes, and he felt very melancholy, after all, he was also a tourist back then.

"Huh?" Chris's gaze stayed on a figure, and the more he looked at it, the more serious he became, and he simply stopped the car.

"Huh?!" Chris' eyes widened immediately, as if he recognized the person not far away.

Fili, a 23-year-old local who grew up on the Naval West Coast, has been stealing since he was a teenager and is a seasoned pickpocket.At this moment, with a contented smile on his face, he held a wallet that he had just stolen from a tourist in his hand, and counted the money in it as he walked.

"Hey!" Fili heard someone calling him, he turned around, felt a sharp pain, his eyes went dark, and he passed out.Chris put down the stone in his hand, hugged Fili who had fainted, and dragged him into the rear compartment.

Now, there is an undeveloped virgin forest between the west coast and Sanna. Chris drove the car into the depths of the woods, then tied Philip to a tree, and slapped him hard, Fili slowly opened his eyes.

Feili opened his eyes, his cheeks were hot, he wanted to reach out to touch them, but found that he was tied up, he moved his body violently, but he couldn't move at all!

Looking around, he, who was born and raised locally, knew that this was the undeveloped primeval forest.

Chris stood in front of him, with a cigarette between his fingers and his lips, and looked at him coldly.Chris was not in a hurry, he waited for the person in front of him to know his situation, and then took his time.

"Who are you?! Let me go?! Why did you catch me?!" Fili asked a lot of questions in an instant, and he even had the urge to cry.

"Shh..." Chris raised a finger to his lips, and after seeing Feili slowly quiet, Chris said lightly, "You stole my passport, where is my passport?"

A trace of anxiety and surprise flashed in Philip's eyes, and he immediately covered it up. He replied, "What passport? I don't know!"

Even for a moment, Chris saw it in his eyes, and he was sure in his heart that this guy was hiding something.

Without further ado, Chris slapped him hard, with the same tone and speed, and said lightly, "You stole my passport, where is my passport?"

Fili let out a low growl, his cheeks began to tingle, and he even felt that one of his teeth was beginning to loosen. He shook his head and replied, "It's not in my hands, I'll hand it in."

Not sold, not thrown away, but handed in?

Chris raised his eyebrows and asked, "To whom?"

Fili raised his head, glanced at Chris weakly, and said weakly, "Wade!"

"Ah?!" This answer made Chris feel overwhelmed. How could this have something to do with Wade again? !