Snow City under the scorching sun

That night

Sanna's nights seem noisy and never tire.There is no wind tonight, and the sky is covered with dark clouds that half the moon.The more lively the back street, the deeper the night. It was midnight. Chris and the lunatic were sitting in the Traveler's Cafe. Not only they, but also several other young people gathered together.

The wooden floor creaked due to its old age. As the sound approached a little bit, everyone's heart became tense.Two figures, one tall and one short, slowly emerged from the darkness.

Mr. Tu sat down unhurriedly, took out a cigar from a box, and at the same time took out a pair of small scissors, and skillfully cut off a section from the front and back, with his eyes focused, he said faintly "You are all newcomers, but at least you have worked in my coffee shop for more than three days."

Mr. Tu's voice was not loud, but every word reached everyone's ears very clearly, and some people didn't even dare to swallow their saliva.Mr. Tu put the cigar in his mouth and picked up the matches on the table.

Crack!As the match was slowly lit, the cigar was lit under Mr. Tu's gaze. He closed his eyes and took a puff of enjoyment, then slowly exhaled the white smoke from his mouth, and continued, "I believe you all already know that we who is it."

When the lunatic returned to the apartment in the afternoon, he first told Chris about the influence of Sana, and at this moment Chris naturally knew it.Mr. Tu's face was very indifferent, and he even looked at everyone with disdain, and said, "I have two shipments here, and I want you to send them."

"What are you delivering? I'm just here to distribute leaflets." One of them made a weak sound.

Mr. Tu didn't take it seriously, and didn't answer his question. He continued, "I will provide you with the route and means of transportation. You just need to deliver the goods and come back."

Because there was no answer, there were more and more voices of protest. Mr. Tu smiled, and his smile made everyone quiet. Mr. Tu looked at the burning cigar in his hand and said, "This is not a request, this is a request." Order!"

Mr. Tu's voice suddenly became tough, and in the next second, a few strong men rushed out from the door and inside the house, blocking the windows and exits, and even looked at the young people inside the house fiercely with a hint of playfulness.

The young people started to get scared, and some even sat on the ground with limp feet. There was a lot of noise in the house, and one young man even rushed towards the door, intending to escape.I saw a big man blocking his way, and hit the young man's face with a heavy punch without hesitation. There was a "poof", as if something broke, and the young man fell to the ground. On the ground, lying on the ground.The scene suddenly fell silent!

Mr. Tu also stood up, looked at the surprised and frightened young people, and said as he walked, "These two batches of goods are very important to me. So you give me your ID card, it's an insurance, the goods will be delivered , I’ll return it to you when you come back, and of course you don’t have to think about calling the police, believe me, before I enter the police station, I can kill you.”

Chris subconsciously fumbled towards his pocket. He frowned, stared at Mr. Tu, and said in surprise, "No wonder he sent us a message before coming to ask us to bring our ID card! I thought it was for work, but it turned out to be like this! How can I be so stupid!"

Now the ID cards of the two are their only documents. If they don't have their passports, they can't get them. Then it's impossible to go back to the UK!

"Hand in all your ID cards, and I'll give you one minute, or in one minute..." Mr. Tu nodded at the table in front of him, then pointed around the big guys and added, "They will help me get it."

People under the eaves had to bow their heads. Chris knew that resisting now would be courting death, so he had no choice but to hand in his ID card, and the lunatic followed suit.

The eight people were divided into two groups by Mr. Tu. Each of them had a backpack, which Mr. Tu told him not to open.The two groups then boarded two Toyota vehicles.

In the Toyota car, the GPS navigation has been set up, Chris drove the car, rolled down the windows, and let the natural wind calm himself down.The lunatic sat in the co-pilot, expressionless and silent.

Because their ID cards were taken away, they didn't dare to escape, and because of Mr. Tu's verbal threats, no one dared to call the police.Chris knew that this was a road that went deeper and deeper, and he scolded himself for being stupid all the way. He should have left as early as the day he found out that there was something wrong with the traveler's coffee.

Chris glanced at the two people in the back seat from the rear-view mirror. They were two white men of medium build and average appearance. After the shock just now, their faces were even paler.One of the brown-haired men took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out one, put it tremblingly in his mouth, lit it, and took a strong puff to calm himself down.The man with short blond hair next to him suddenly said, "Brother, get one."

The short brown-haired man opened his eyes and glanced at him, handed him a cigarette, and asked, "What's your name?"

"Call me CJ." CJ put the cigarette in his mouth, rolled down the window, and lit the cigarette.

"Well, I'm Lan." The short brown hair also introduced himself, and then he handed the cigarette to the lunatic and asked, "Smoking?"

The lunatic took the cigarette. He had just extinguished it before getting into the car, so he held the cigarette in his hand, turned his head halfway, and said, "I am a lunatic."

Lan nodded. He looked to the other side, handed over the cigarette case, and asked, "What's the name?"

While driving, Chris took the cigarette, and he put it between his lips in an unhurried manner. His expression didn't look as nervous as the others, and he was even a little calm.His thumb brushed the roller of the lighter, and the cigarette burned under his gaze. He took a deep breath and remained silent for a long time.

"Call me a fox." Chris smiled, very calmly.

When the lunatic heard Chris's answer, he also understood, and secretly sighed in his heart, "At this point, it's better not to use your real name."