Chapter 24 [Cute Bastard] (Part 1)

A long time ago, I watched a movie about paratroopers, and the paratroopers said that "it is safest to land on the ground first."

And now, I fully understand the meaning of this sentence.

To be honest, even though I was brave enough to ask myself, I dared to do anything evil when I killed someone and set fire, I really admire myself after thinking about it.

I don't believe in God, but I'm lucky. The parachute bag was opened smoothly. Although the strong wind at the sky made me unable to open my eyes and mouth, the situation was much better when the height gradually dropped.

This is a place southeast of downtown Vancouver, and the place where I landed is not too far from a road.

My body shook, and my body shrank instinctively. Then, I didn't dare to exert force on my legs, so I lay down on the ground. My butt hit the ground first, but the damn ground was bare, and there were a lot of gravel and small stones. One of them was clambering on my butt. I didn't care about the pain. As soon as my body fell to the ground, I quickly pulled out a dagger from my shoes and quickly cut the parachute rope on my shoulders.

This is what I see from the movie, especially in a windy and empty place. After landing, because the umbrella bag is opened, the wind will drag the umbrella to run. If the rope is not cut open - if you are unlucky, if the rope strangles your neck, you may even be strangled to death.

I rolled on the ground like a mud monkey before I stood up. My original high-quality clothes were all over. I identified the direction and remembered that before I landed, I saw that the road was not far from here, so I ran over quickly.

I have to say that the pilots assigned to me by Yang Wei are quite good, and the landing locations they selected are very good. The locations were also very accurate. I ran about 500 meters in one go, and came to the highway, from here to the north, Vancouver. Although it is night now, there are few cars on the road, and it is in the suburbs. But I am not worried at all. Because I have known this for several months of life in Vancouver, there are usually many trucks back and forth in the southeast before the city and the sea. After all, Vancouver is a city close to the sea, and the ocean transportation industry is very developed.

I've made a right judgment.

But it is good to say it in an old saying: I guessed the beginning, but I didn’t guess the ending.

I waited on the side of the highway for about half an hour, but three cars passed by. Unfortunately, no one was willing to stop no matter how I waved.

After learning from the pain, I understood the problem.

First, it's night now. Secondly, the area around here is relatively remote. Again, I was dressed in weird clothes, dirty all over, and my face was covered with gray. I looked like a fugitive, a homeless man, and a three-pointer like a smuggler just ran from the sea. As for the last point left, I guess I'm afraid there is still a tendency to be a mentally ill person.

Let me ask. At night, under such an optimal geographical environment for robbery, any normal person will see a fugitive, a homeless man, a smuggler, and a mentally ill person, stopping a car on the side of the road. Among the 100 people, there may be 99 of them who will not only not stop, but will increase the accelerator and speed up and run over...

I had no choice but to sigh... Actually, I want to be a good person, but it's just a reality... It's really a fucking force to be a prostitute!

I watched a small truck drive over from a distance. I felt a little heartbroken, pulled out a dagger, quickly moved a stone as big as possible from the side of the road, and threw it in the middle of the road.

Sure enough, the car first turned on its headlights, and when it saw an obstacle in the middle of the road, it immediately slowed down.

I held a dagger in one hand and a stone I picked up in the other hand. If the other party didn't stop, I couldn't say anything. I had to move.

After slowing down, the car did not seem to have plans to stop, but slightly adjusted its direction to go around the stones on the ground. I didn't care about it, and the stones in my hand smashed out.

Bang! Crash!

The sound of the glass shattering, the car braked suddenly, creaked, and stopped, and I smashed the window glass on the left.

I strode forward with my sword and shouted loudly: "Robbery! Get out of the car!!"

As soon as I said it, I realized something was wrong. Under conditioned reflex, I was speaking in Chinese. So I immediately changed my words and said aside in English.

After the car door opened, three or four strong men jumped out of the inside, each wearing a bit of dirty sailor suit, and a strong fishy smell came to his face.

Just after I finished shouting, the guys jumped out of the car were stunned for a moment. Seeing that I was the only one holding a dagger, I couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"You? Robbery?" A white man standing in front, who was one head taller than me, was wearing a denim canvas dress, rolled up his sleeves, revealing his muscle-filled arms, his face was unshaven, licked his lips, and walked towards me: "Boy, are you looking for death?"

He said, clenched his fists with both hands, and the joints were clattering loudly. He stretched out a palm like a palm fan and grabbed my collar.

"Oh." I dodged away, sighed, and looked at him with pity. Although this guy is big, he is far from my opponent. At most, he has some brute force. I said slowly: "I only want your car and give me your car, and I won't hurt you. Well... By the way, I just borrow it. You can leave a phone number to me. After I arrive in Vancouver, I will return it to you. I will also pay you a sum of money as a reward."

"Boy, let me crush the bones in it first, and then we will take you to Vancouver to see a doctor." The big man grinned and clenched his fists and hit me.

I stepped forward, twisted his wrist while turning, and then took advantage of the opportunity to send him off. His huge body went forward. I kicked him again in the back and kicked him on the butt. The guy thumped on the ground. Then I stepped on his back, and the dagger pressed his neck and shouted in a deep voice: "Don't move!"

The sharp blade of the dagger was crossed behind his neck, and he immediately stiffened his body. I made a gesture to intimidate: "Hurry up, give me the car keys! Otherwise I..."

Just before I finished speaking, suddenly, a pretentious voice came from the car...

"Oh! God! What happened?"

A tall and thin man jumped out of the car. I couldn't see his appearance clearly in the darkness, but he was wearing a hat on his head, which was the captain's hat on the ship.

I vaguely felt that the voice was still a little familiar. Just as I was stunned, the man had already separated everyone and walked in front of me, looking at me with surprise on his face: "God, it's you? Oh, my god, Chen... Well, Mr. Chen Yang, I remember that I had sent you to Vancouver a long time ago. It's been a few months since then. Why did you become such a down-and-out look? God, you look like a homeless man."

I was stunned.

The man in front of me was wearing a captain's hat, thin and tall, with a trace of mixed blood from the East and West. When he smiled at me, he showed his teeth slightly yellowed by cigarettes, but his smile was very friendly, and his eyes were filled with a typical joke of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

When I saw this person, I was stunned for a moment, then I immediately remembered it. The dagger in my hand also released, a smile appeared on my face, took a step back, and let go of the guy on the ground.

"It's you? Captain Wick? I remember your name correctly, right?"

"Oh, it's so uncomfortable. You can't even confirm my name? You know, I have saved your life!" This guy smiled exaggeratedly.

Yes, he was right, he did save me.

The man in front of me was just coming to Canada and jumped into the sea and wandered for many days before he was salvaged by his boat. Captain Wick collected two packets of banknotes I got from the smuggling boat at sea as a reward and sent me safely to the shore.

Wick was still the same, but his clothes were a little dirty and his hat was even more crooked than before. He looked at the dagger in my hand and smiled, "What's wrong? Do you still need to hold this when you meet old friends?"

I immediately put away the dagger without hesitation and went up to shake hands with him, but Wick did not shake hands with me, but hugged me hard. After parting, he looked at me and shook his head and said, "Mr. Chen, it's been so long, why are you still so down and out? Have you been living a wandering life for the past year?"

I laughed and scolded, pointed at my clothes and said, "Damn, have you seen a homeless man wearing 'Amarni'?"

"Oh!" Wick's eyes lit up immediately: "So you got rich? But why are you..." He pointed to me.

At this time, the guy on the ground got up and limped to Wick's skills. He looked at me angrily, looking at me with a depressed look on his face.

"Okay, Victor, don't be depressed. Our Mr. Chen is my old friend. He was the one who ran away from Martin's boat alone! His skills must be quite good. You are not his opponent, and it's not embarrassing." He patted the strong man's shoulder, looked at me, and narrowed his eyes: "Oh, so, Chen Yang, are you in trouble? Do you need help?"

Depend on!
Chapter completed!