newbobooks Chapter 270 He is my enemy
Chapter 270 He is my enemy
I took the glass and drank it all.
"What exactly do you want to do?" I asked.
Black Widow looked at me, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes, "I want you to do me a favor."
"What's the deal?"
"Help me kill someone."
I was stunned. I didn't expect her to make such a request.
"Who?"
Black Widow took out her phone and showed me a photo. The man in the photo was dressed in a suit and had a smile on his face. He looked like a successful person.
"He is my enemy." Black Widow's voice was as cold as ice.
I looked at the man in the photo, and I was filled with doubts. This man looked like he was from a completely different world from Black Widow. What hatred was there between them?
"Why did you kill him?" I asked.
Black Widow was silent for a moment, then slowly told a story...
The thick night was like a huge curtain, covering the dilapidated dock. The salty sea breeze, carrying drizzle, mercilessly hit the rusty iron warehouse, making a teeth-grinding creaking sound. Inside the warehouse, the dim light barely dispelled some of the darkness, illuminating a greasy wooden table and several figures sitting around it.
I, Lin Hai, a smuggler who lives on the edge of a knife, am now tapping my fingers on the table out of boredom, making a rhythmic "tap-tap" sound. Opposite me sits my old partner, Li San, known as the "ghost eye". He is squinting his slender eyes that are said to be able to see through people's hearts, carefully examining a brand new M1911 pistol.
"Where is the goods?" I broke the silence, my voice low and hoarse, like sandpaper rubbing against iron plate.
Li San replied without raising his head: "Almost there, old rules, maritime trade." He skillfully inserted the magazine into the chamber of the gun, and then loaded it with a "click". His movements were clean and neat, as if he was performing a sacred ritual.
I snorted contemptuously, picked up the cheap cigarette on the table, lit it, and took a deep breath. The spicy smoke instantly filled my lungs, making me feel dizzy for a short time. I hated this feeling of waiting, as if I was hanging in mid-air, with a bottomless abyss under my feet, and I might fall at any time.
The door of the warehouse was suddenly pushed open, and a short, fat man with a face full of flesh walked in. His name was Zhao Laosi, and he was the middleman of this transaction. This guy was greedy and cunning, like a shark that smelled blood, always trying to squeeze more profits from us.
"Boss Lin, Uncle Li, sorry for keeping you waiting. Sorry for keeping you waiting." Zhao Laosi walked to the table with a big smile on his face, rubbing his fat hands, his tone so flattering that it was sickening.
"Stop talking nonsense, where is the goods?" I stared at him coldly, my eyes full of impatience.
The smile on Zhao Laosi's face froze for a moment, and then he returned to his disgustingly flattering look: "Don't worry, Boss Lin, the goods are on the way. I guarantee that they are top-quality goods and we will not cheat anyone."
"Honest and fair?" I sneered. "You said the same thing last time, but what happened? Don't you know how many fakes were mixed in that batch of goods?"
Zhao Laosi's face turned a little ugly. He laughed dryly and tried to change the subject: "It won't happen this time, Boss Lin. I guarantee it with my personality..."
"Do you have any personality?" I interrupted him rudely, my tone full of sarcasm.
Zhao Laosi's face turned pale, but he didn't dare to get angry. He knew my temper. In this world where the strong prey on the weak, fists are the only way to win.
At this moment, a roar of a car engine came from outside the warehouse, approaching from far away and finally stopping at the door of the warehouse. Zhao Laosi immediately showed a happy smile on his face. He hurried to the door and shouted to the people outside: "The goods have arrived, move them in quickly!"
The door of the warehouse was pushed open again, and several strong men in black uniforms came in carrying several heavy wooden boxes. There was a striking skull logo printed on the wooden boxes, which was the code of our industry, representing danger and death.
I stood up, walked to the wooden boxes, and used a crowbar to pry open the lid of one of them. A pungent chemical smell hit me in the face, and I couldn't help but frown. The box was full of white powder, which flickered strangely under the dim light.
"What is this?" I asked in a cold tone, pointing at the white powder in the box.
The smile on Zhao Laosi's face froze instantly, and he stammered to explain: "This... this is... this is the latest developed... powerful... stimulant..."
I grabbed Zhao Laosi by the collar and lifted him up, my eyes filled with anger: "How dare you fool me? I want munitions, not this stuff!"
Zhao Laosi's face was pale, his legs were shaking, he struggled desperately, but couldn't get rid of my iron grip. He looked at me in horror, his eyes full of fear and despair.
The atmosphere in the warehouse suddenly became tense, and the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder, as if a fierce conflict would break out in the next second...
The strong smell of gasoline and engine oil mixed together, irritating my nose. The dim fluorescent tubes above my head were crackling, as if they would go out at any time, throwing me into a deeper darkness. I, the owner of a car repair shop named Li Qiang, was lying on my back on the oily floor, staring at the shabby Ford Mustang that was teetering on the jack.
I bought this Mustang with all my savings five years ago. It represents my dream, a dream of speed and freedom. But now, it is like my life, in ruins and with an uncertain future.
"Li Qiang! Are you still fucking alive? Fix my car!" A rough voice woke me up from my deep thoughts. I struggled to get up and wiped the grease off my face. I saw a sturdy man with a face full of flesh and a gold chain around his neck standing at the door, like a wild bull ready to charge at any time.
"Brother Bao, your car is... a little tricky." I smiled apologetically, trying to make my tone sound more relaxed.
"Treatise? I don't care whether you're troublesome or not! I need the car tomorrow night. If you can't fix it, I'll tear down your crappy shop!" Brother Leopard glared at me viciously and turned away.
I sighed and lay back on the floor, looking at the wrecked Mustang, feeling like I was looking in a mirror. I was thirty years old, had accomplished nothing, and owned nothing except this auto repair shop that was about to go bankrupt. My dreams, my freedom, had all been ruthlessly crushed by reality.