go the same way

Chapter 11

Everardo's first owner had a lot of quirks.

He likes to take a taxi, drive around Medellin, show off his power to the US Drug Enforcement Administration, the Colombian military, and the police, and glide like a loach in this complex city.People, especially children, would even feel honored to see him, with yearning looks on their faces.

His eyes were all over Medellin, and when he praised this reckless and violent young man at breakfast, many gangsters flocked to throw Everardo in front of the drug dealer.

Everardo didn't say a word, but the scheming drug lord knew too well how to deal with such a tough guy who didn't know anything.

He was forced to shoot, and although he had never touched a gun before, he was able to accurately hit the bull's-eye ten meters away.

Medellin is never short of gunshots.

After listening too much, my ears seemed to be calloused, and I became an experienced old shooter.

He was framed to visit drug dealers' laboratories in tropical rainforests and factories in the city, and he also went to the jungle to pick fresh coca leaves for a season.Drug lords have their own army, they are uniform and well-trained, and their weapons are the most advanced equipment in the world.

Everardo put on a tailor-made "military uniform", mechanically shoots and fights every day, receives a brainwashing "education", and regards obeying orders as the golden rule.

If a person can distinguish between right and wrong, his brain can at least refuse to receive information and stay awake at this time, but no one taught Everardo what is right and what is wrong, and the little warmth closest to kindness has long been there Sailors and whores died clean-shaven.He has no ability to speculate, nor does he have compassion. From the moment he chose to punch people to death with a hundred punches, he had already given up escaping, joined forces with those bastards in Medellin, and turned from a victim to a perpetrator.

The year when the drug lord's influence was the craziest was also the time when the conflict between him and the government was the most intense.

Tens of thousands of civilians, policemen, and soldiers died in massacres and battles, and countless people were threatened with death. However, in this world, there are always people who put life and death aside and follow one after another. They resolutely join the army and become anti-drug police. To realize the justice in my heart.

They are not bribed by money, and even horrific revenge cannot shake that determination. Such persistence is not called stupidity, but awe-inspiring bravery, which deserves to be thanked and remembered.

The drug lord lost his good brother and became more cautious and irritable. Everardo became a member of his personal bodyguards, carrying a miniature submachine gun to patrol the owner's luxurious courtyard every day, with people from all over the world and Medellin The outlaws acted as human shields and stood in the forefront.

Until one day, a Chinese guest of New Zealand nationality came to the owner's garden. He was not young, with thin-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. Attracted by the eastern face, he said: "He looks good, he looks like a person from my home country."

The master shook his head: "He is the best bodyguard. It's not easy to find such a bastard with accurate marksmanship and inhumanity. I admire such a person, Mr. Li."

"It seems that we are very speculative," Li Huisheng said with a smile, "I will give you [-]% of the profit, and he will follow me. Is this a good deal?"

one percent.

From the perspective of proportion alone, it is not attractive, but the base of this transaction is very large. If there is no accident, Li Huisheng will become his frequent visitor in international transactions, and there is no reason to refuse.

For someone else's dog, Li Huisheng would be willing.

It is true that people like Everardo are hard to find, but it is not true that there are plenty of madmen in Medellin.

"Everardo," the master called him over, "send Mr. Li back to Oakland."

He didn't ask about the date of return, because he knew it wasn't.

Li Huisheng is very low-key. He is rich, but he still chooses the most common economy class when flying. Everardo sits beside him, like a sculpture made of cold iron.He took off his glasses and stuffed them into his breast pocket: "Your former master is very hated, isn't he? When anger and hatred accumulate to a certain level, the scene will get out of control. I'll let you and me Let’s go to save you. I’m very good at business and I’m also timid, so I have no enemies.”

He seemed to think of something pleasant, smiled and said: "Your first task, let me think about it. First learn Chinese well, and then choose a Chinese name. You must have a surname, not a bare Everardo like this, first say Well, it cannot be called Li Bai or Du Fu."

Everardo does not understand Chinese culture, and cannot hear Li Huisheng's jokes.

Colombia follows the complex naming rules of Spain. A person's name must include the Christian name, father's surname and mother's surname. Everardo is not religious and does not know the names of his biological parents. He is called Everardo just for convenience.

When he was working as a bodyguard for a drug lord, one of his colleagues was an American from Alaska. That person would often lament the pleasant climate in Medellin, the gorgeous flowers, and the warmth in winter like spring, and mentioned the ice and snow in his hometown to them.

So he found himself a surname called Nieba, derived from a natural phenomenon such as snowfall.

His daily task is to learn a new language. Li Huisheng gave him a list of phonetic surnames. He felt that "Nie" was pronounced similar to his Colombian surname, so he drew a red circle on it.

He studied very hard, and he didn't let go of his physical training. When he didn't have to travel with Li Huisheng, he would read the essays that Li Huisheng threw to him. Most of them couldn't understand, because he lacked a lot of emotion. cognition.The emotions he came into contact with were obscure, hypocritical and complicated. He didn't want to distinguish the truth from the false, and only knew how to obey orders, like a walking dead, but it happened that he didn't become a slave to pain, living in struggle and fear.

By chance, he read "Autumn in the Old Capital" written by Yu Dafu. It was as if he had borrowed someone else's hand for the first time and saw a brand new autumn.He doesn't know where the "North Country" and "Jiangnan" are, what the Sophora japonica flowers look like when they are in full bloom, and he has never heard the weak singing of cicadas.

There is no old capital.

He didn't understand the writer's life, but his fingers trembled slightly at the end of the reading, and he also wanted to see that kind of autumn.

He named his name "Xunqiu". In order to avoid Li Huisheng's questioning, he dismantled the two characters and changed them into Cunhe.

When Li Huisheng got these two characters, he felt weird and ridiculous. He just thought that his Chinese had not improved, and he broke up phrases such as one inch and two inches inexplicably, and used them as names, but he came up with it himself, that's all. Keep calling.

Medellin, which never snows, is the autumn of the old capital that has never been seen.

Nie Xunqiu's name was something he never had.

In the first year after leaving Medellin, the drug lord was at the end of his rope and was shot dead by the police.

He used to be beautiful, but before he died, there was only one subordinate who knew nothing, wearing a T-shirt and pants that hadn't been changed for several days, and lost his only pair of slippers when he ran to the roof to avoid the gunshots, and was covered in dust and unshaven. , gray hair, just a middle-aged man who couldn't be more desolate.

When Li Huisheng saw this news in the newspaper, there was a hint of sarcasm in his eyes: "If you hadn't followed me back then, you would have been the one who died. Repay me well, listen to me, you can be better than your colleagues They live longer with their masters."

Cunhe just listened, and changed Li Huisheng's cool tea.

He spared his life and went back and forth three times, which had already made him understand that he was just a worthless thing in the eyes of the superiors, and he didn't have much to do. He only needed to do his duty while his master was still in power, and be an obedient hound.

In the next nine years, everything will be as Li Huisheng said, he has no enemies, and the relationship involved is not complicated.He is a shrewd and cunning fox who stands behind and manipulates a huge drug business network. He first buys processed coca leaves and semi-finished products from South America at a low price, refines them locally, and then sells them to Australia and Russia at a high price.

Except for major decisions, Li Huisheng has always been elusive and never appeared in person.

Doubled profits need to be legalized, which is commonly known as "money laundering". Li Huisheng owns underground casinos, manors and ranches in New Zealand. He has packaged himself as a rich man who likes to collect, and he travels in and out of New York, London, Hong Kong and other places. Christie's, through comparatively speaking, commissions that are a drop in the bucket, have brought countless illegal gains into their pockets.

In addition, at the turn of the old and new centuries, the Li family led by Li Huisheng's nephew, Li Yan, took the right path. He and his friend Zhu Fengjin jointly developed the company and established the first overseas branch in I moved to New Zealand, where my uncle lives, and appointed a trustworthy person to take charge of the management, and most of the staff hired locals.

From Cun He's point of view, Li Huisheng didn't seem to like Li Yan very much, he could even be called hostile. He bought Li Yan's executives and financial personnel, used their company to transfer accounts, and took advantage of the fact that overseas audits were difficult. It is cheaper to go to the auction house to clean the black income, but it also has certain risks.

Li Yan's mind is not simple, he noticed the abnormality of the account, and Li Huisheng was exposed.

In the last week of December 2002, Li Huisheng prepared passports and weapons for Cun He.

Cunhe was tired of hypocrisy for Li Huisheng, this time he finally didn't have to pretend to be a refined gray-haired old man, showing unwillingness and a sinister smile: "Tell Li Yan to shut up and be clean."

After observing Li Yan's daily behavior for seven days, Cunhe cooperated with the mercenaries bought by Li Huisheng. He shot through Li Yan's heart with a brand new gun in front of Zhu Fengjin's eyes.

Why must Zhu Fengjin look at it? Maybe he wants to see through the other person to see his expression when he witnessed the sailor being killed when he was a child, just like reconstructing a mirror.

Pain, despair, if the night sky could be torn apart, the sky would have already fallen.

Watching the people around me being killed, but I have no power to fight back, can't make a difference, but can plant a seed of hatred deeply.

He accomplished his task brilliantly, disguising his figure and face, leaving no trace and disappearing into the night.

Li Huisheng didn't praise him too much, and he didn't bother to hear it, but the old man was able to pretend to be sad, and went to Li Yan's funeral with flowers in his hand. Cunhe stood in front of the gate of Li Huisheng's house and looked at The field was as dark as the rain of splashed ink.

Not long after, Li Huisheng gave him a new task.

"The person in the photo will be your new master from now on. Monitor him and find out if Li Yan has left any evidence against me. Keep it. If he knows something, there is no need." Li Huisheng handed Inch and a photo, "This kid is spoiled by his elder brother and doesn't understand anything. If you keep him and he messes around, you can give him a hand. This kid is much easier to deal with than Zhu Fengjin .”

Cunhe didn't know what "pull him" specifically meant.

He simply understood it as obeying the master's will and reminding at the right time.

In a moment of confusion, he looked at the photo carefully.

It was a half-length photo taken at Li Yan's funeral. The person on it was young and handsome, even beautiful, completely different from the beauties in his current conception.His skin was fine and fair, and he was dressed in a solemn black suit. Standing in the drizzle, his black hair was slightly moist, and the rain left faint marks on his eyes and cheeks.

It's like crying.

Cunhe stretched out his fingers, and twirled on the photo in a strange way.

It's like wiping away tears for this fragile product.