sinovels Chapter 11 Chapter 11
Chapter 11 Chapter 11
Lin Mu updated his coordinates for the last time to the control tower of the target airport and the capital of Country K, Xianshui City, then put down the earphones, closed his eyes and rested for a while.
But every time I close my eyes, the villain with Jimmy's name pops out.
He is in high spirits, his hair is soft, he always leans up curiously to search, and occasionally he lowers his eyebrows and breaks a sentence into eight petals.
That gentle boy.
Lin Mu thought, it is not an exaggeration to say that Jimmy is a teenager.Although... that person is not without suffering, living on the edge of the desert, even running water is a luxury.
But...his state of mind belongs to a teenager alone.
Youthful spirit, liking a person regardless of the cause and consequences, with scorching eyes without any thought of benefit, and worrying about the future is not bad-why not enviable?
And what about himself?
Lin Mu laughed at himself. It was only the second time in the three years since he flew the heavy-duty helicopter that he passed Thar. On that day, an earthquake occurred in country K, and the patients he was going to transport to the American hospital in the capital of country K were in mid-air in urgent need of rescue.
Because of the absurd past six years ago, he didn't want to be in Tal at first, but Ji Yuanyuan kept urging and urging, swearing that she saw the kebab rack underneath, and it was still smoking, so Missed a handful of cumin.
Ji Yuanyuan said at the time: "Isn't it just Tal? Hmph, Tal's piloting is well-known in the three southern countries. It depends on the face and not the money. Whoever looks good will be the first to land. What a thing."
She was aggrieved, and then changed the subject: "Captain, to be honest, I think we have something special to do."
Instigated by Ji Yuanyuan, he used the last tank of fuel to jump in line and land on runway [-] of Taal Airport, facing the wind and against the light, and saw the sloppy boy walking in his pockets.
Later, we went through a lot side by side, and in the end, all he said to him was "I'm sorry."
Saltwater City, the capital of Country K.
Lin Mu parked the plane familiarly, and bought a cup of local specialty drip coffee at the stall in front of the terminal building.
"No money. I didn't ask you for money last time. Did you forget?" The old man watching the stall said to him, and he really forgot.
It seems that his memory has its own ideas, and the K country, which represents the unfair fate and the unfortunate birth, is deleted in pieces.
Because there were so many stranded passengers at the airport that even the aisles were full of people sleeping, the crew and first-class passengers were all invited into the VIP hall.Food and water were served in the living room, and the smell of milk tea mixed with curry made him deeply aware that he was home.
Country K was the only home he had known in the past three years after his mother passed away.
Lin Mu turned on his phone and made a few calls.I first asked my neighbor if he was well these few days, and then called my foreign language teacher, telling him that he might have to work in Thal in the near future and would not be able to attend classes.
Finally, he called Raj at the wet market.He used to buy a bottle of fresh milk from Raj every Sunday and make fried fresh milk at home.
"Mr. Lin, we are not good, not good at all... All our cattle are dead, the calf born this year, you have seen, it is also dead... We don't know what to do now..."
Raj on the phone still had a hoarse voice.He could hear his five-year-old daughter and three-year-old son babbling next to him.His wife was probably cooking, making tea, washing clothes, or drying corn. In the countryside outside the capital of country K, women had endless housework.
Lin Mu paused, and finally made up his mind: "Are you busy now? Can you come to the airport now?"
after an hour.
Lin Mu stood under the pagoda and smoked.He wasn't even sure if it was a Buddhist pagoda, but he counted it slowly. There were five floors, and graceful red curtains were hung on the eaves of each floor, which swayed slightly when the wind blew.
A corner of the five-story pagoda was damaged by the earthquake, but even so, it did not affect its beauty in the slightest.
Raj came running from a distance, still holding a piece of cheese in his arms.
"Mr. Lin! Mr. Lin, you are all right! My wife and I are very worried about you...after that day...the power was cut off, there was no mobile phone signal, and we couldn't reach you. But we know you will be fine."
He stuffed the cheese into Lin Mu's arms, but Lin Mu refused to take it, but he insisted on giving it.
"We keep it, and it's sad to see it. You eat it, Mr. Lin, it's delicious! It was the runner-up in last year's farmers' market selection!"
Lin Mu had no choice but to take the cheese with one hand.
He remembered what Jimmy said, what to do if the Samyang turkey noodles are too spicy, so he sprinkled a layer of cheese on top.As soon as the cheese melts, the thick milk flavor covers the spiciness.After all, they didn't eat turkey noodles together.
With the other hand, he fumbled in the backpack for a long time before finally taking it out.
"Mr. Lin! Why do you have this?" Raj stepped back in fright, looking at him in disbelief.
"This is a steam pistol|gun. It can't kill people. Go hunt deer, at least you can eat. Buy the extra venison. The beef and mutton are almost gone in the market now. I don't think the venison is worth it. Less money."
After Lin Mu explained, he turned to leave.It was now less than an hour before the plane's estimated departure time.
"Mr. Lin, you don't understand..." Raj shook his head, wanted to return the gun to him, but hesitated, "You can't hold it, they will think you are with them."
Lin Mu was inexplicable: "Who are you talking about?"
"Chen's Arms. Your gun...is their trademark engraved on it. Edison Chan, have you heard of it? It's the arms dealer who died on Independence Day—"
Lin Mu's heart sank, and then he heard Raj say:
"After he died, his son continued to do arms business in the three southern countries. Half of the guns here are sold by them." Raj shook his head and gritted his teeth: "The gods will give them retribution."
Edison Chan...his son...in arms business...
Lin Mu shook his head.
The boy who kept a sheep as a pet and worked hard at the airport tower?
Jimmy?
He thought he lived in a castle, had a "other courtyard", and the only Mercedes-Benz black box in the Khaetar area was because of his father...
It turned out to be a big misunderstanding.
Jimmy, the Jimmy who kept saying he likes him, turned out to be the largest arms dealer in the three southern countries, spurned by thousands of people?
His work at the airport was just a cover. In fact, he was still continuing his father's illegal business behind the scenes, bringing unbearable risk factors to the lives of many ordinary people.
He almost ended up with an arms dealer.
Lin Mu felt sorry for each other.
If he had known this...he would rather not know.He would rather not know, and leave a deserted place in his heart that had been sealed up for a long time, to the boy's corner.
But now he knew that what the young man carried in his pocket was not candy but a nuclear bomb, and he was the one who slept with the tip of a knife on his pillow and still had a playful smile on his face—they were not fellow travelers.
The flight back that day was delayed until the next day.
Lin Mu made do with a chair at the airport for the night, and when he woke up, he gave up his seat to a monk.Sitting on the ground by himself, he hugged his knees and squinted for a while.
At [-]:[-], after boarding the plane, he was the last one to get on the plane, and he was dumbfounded as soon as he got on the plane.The fourteen-seater plane, except for one living person, is all made of porcelain idols.
The religions of the three southern countries have their own unique history. Up to now, devout believers still believe that the incarnation of God in the world is these pure white idols.
So in the chaos after the earthquake, they spent all their wealth just to send their idols to a safe place, but they would rather continue to be trapped here.
Lin Mu refused to take off, so Yuan got off the plane and found the believers who consigned the idol.
"My plane is for people. Ceramic idols can apply for a jeep from the American Aid Association to be transported to Taal, and it will not exceed 72 hours."
The believers wore local linen clothes, the color of which was washed and faded.They understood and just shook their heads silently.
Tal called the person in charge of seeing letters, but no one answered.He called America Aid again, but no one answered.He dropped the phone on the table.
"Idols don't die. But you do. You know that?"
"We shall live forever with God."
"it is good."
Lin Mu didn't hold his breath anymore, turned around and walked out of the terminal, walked to the side of the helicopter, climbed back to the driver's seat, and put on his seat belt.
The only human passenger cast a sideways glance at him cautiously, not daring to look too closely, for fear that the captain would change his mind temporarily, and he would not be able to escape the country K threatened by the aftershocks.
Lin Mu shook his head.
When these people prayed to the gods for peace in the difficult years, they didn't know that a young man from London sold them guns to kill each other and made a lot of money and lived a decent life.
Lin Mu pulled up the plane.
Landing in Thal an hour later, Ajit let him park the widest canopy.There is 24-hour video surveillance there, and there is no longer any wind leakage.
But Lin Mu no longer expects someone to call his name precariously from the tree.
A cave three hours southeast of the Thar Desert.
"I'm warning you one last time—"
Rahimi stood at the desk with his arms akimbo, staring darkly at Jimmy.The latter raised his glass provocatively, drank it down, and narrowed his eyes with a smile, as if he was visiting a temple fair.
The only flaw is that the muscle lines of his arm holding the wine glass are tense, as if he is ready to fight at any time.
Rahimi's subordinates obeyed him, and at this time twelve well-trained young men were all staring at him.
"You told me to drink as much as I wanted. You said this is how you Thars treat guests, haha."
"It's you who said that you can't do business without drinking! Now there are only three bottles of wine left, where's the uranium?!"
Rahimi looked at the bottomless wine cellar in the cave with grief.Seeing Jimmy fiddling with the pistol on the table again, he became nervous for a while.
He knows that there is no bullet in the pistol, but he has also heard that the only resident Chinese in Thar has done many irresponsible and miraculous things, because he cannot easily let his guard down .
Jimmy threw | the gun, leaned heavily on the back of the chair, stretched his hands, and supported the two chairs on the left and the right.
At first glance, outsiders will mistakenly think that this is his territory, and he is just teaching his younger brother at his home court.
"Business, it didn't work out. Because my friend lost something, my mood was also affected. Hey, maybe you happened to pick up that thing? The uranium reaction trigger is so big,"
Jimmy tilted his head and blinked, stretched out his hand and gestured, "It's useless if you keep it, why don't you return it to me."
"I know you've got uranium! You'd better be honest while we're willing to pay—"
Jimmy twitched his finger, and a bullet conjured out of nowhere hit the last three bottles of wine in the corner.The glass shattered at the sound, and dark red slowly poured out all over the ground.
If the bullet had been loaded in the barrel of the gun instead of the palm, then Rahimi's head would have been lost.
Realizing this, he immediately raised his eyebrows and asked his men to pick up their rifles and surround Jimmy in a solid circle.
"You followed us here, do you still want to get out alive?"
"If you could kill me, you wouldn't have killed me long ago. Why wait so long?" Jimmy started drinking madly, circling and laughing, "Let someone from you who can talk come out."
Rahimi was stunned for a moment, and wanted to fight back: "Don't think you are still in that broken airport, no! I am in charge here, and I will give you one last chance!"
The bullet was loaded, and Jimmy, squirming drunk, closed his eyes.
"Lahmi, Rakhimi..." He remembered three years ago, "When you first came, country Y was in ruins, and your family was so poor that you couldn't even sell water. But I still remember when your father came At the airport, he gave each of us a lamb and said that you have not been to school, and you finally found such a good job, so let us take care of you."
Jimmy's eyes suddenly brightened: "Is your father okay?"
As soon as the voice fell, there was silence all around.
Rahimi stared at him angrily, but let the sound of crutches and footsteps get closer.A gray-haired, slender old man emerged from the darkness.
He himself looks like an old goat, with a long gray beard hanging down on his ragged linen clothes, wrinkles and scars are engraved on every corner of his face in turn, only from his standing posture can he see a faint trace of a soldier trace.
Jimmy stared at the military medal, the five-pointed star flower, on his civilian clothes.
"General?" he asked in confusion.
Just now when he smashed the wine bottle, he saw the needle of an insulin syringe on the ground, so he deduced that there was an old man living in this cave, and it was probably Rahimi's relatives, who refused to give up even though he had escaped here.
But he didn't expect that Rahimi's father actually wore the epaulettes of the general of country Y—his informant didn't find out this information, and as far as he knew, the living generals of country Y were all in the capital's general military region There is no reason to appear in the Thar Desert, and even live in seclusion in a cave.
The old man didn't speak English, and he coughed a lot when he opened his mouth. Rahimi was a little anxious, and wanted to get close to him but was afraid of annoying him, so he stared at Jimmy even more angrily.
Rahimi translated the old man's Bangalore sentence by sentence.
"Is the sheep delicious?" The old man was most concerned about this.
Jimmy shook his head: "No."
"You gave it away?"
"No."
"Let go?"
"No." Jimmy said proudly, "I still keep it. Now she has to eat a cabbage a day. Her name is Bingtang, and Bingtang is a special kind of sugar used in Chinese cooking. It's special because... Very sweet."
After listening to Rahimi's translation, the old man was speechless for a while, stroked his goatee, and only sighed: "EdisonChan...EdisonChan..."
"He said you were exactly like your father."
Jimmy replied: "Oh, he's not my real dad. You foreigners are face-blind, we Chinese all look the same. But it's okay, go ahead, your dad said he knew my dad? Did he know Edison Chan?"
Jimmy took his time, waiting to see his reaction.
He has been in Thar for three years, and I heard that among his father's people, they either immediately drew their knives at him and wanted to tear him apart, or immediately recognized him as a godson, and some of them insisted on marrying their daughters to him...
This made him very suspicious that his father might have had a split personality disorder, half of the time he was a helpful Lei Feng, and the other half was the murderous King Yama.
But as for the truth, who was he going to ask?
On the Independence Day of Country Y, Edison Chan suffered a sudden stomach hemorrhage, was sent to the hospital and died, and was buried in a country eight thousand miles away from his home in London.
"Edison Chan was killed by someone." The old man looked at Jimmy and said slowly.
"Who are you talking about? Edison Chan?"
The emotions that had been properly placed in Jimmy's heart for three years, like wine in a wine bottle, were broken with a bang.
He could pretend to be crazy by drinking, but he just stood there, and the movies were shown again and again without permission:
He was in his early twenties, and University College London was still a year away from graduating with a master's degree... At the airport on the outskirts of the capital of country Z...Suddenly the phone rang...Flying suit, ear cap, pilot sunglasses...A certificate that is no longer needed ...the sun is shining...so good...the helicopter's glass reflects a little too much...
Edison Chan was carried out, diagnosed, and buried.The media reporters chased after it for a while, and after a swearing, it died down and was forgotten by the world.
And now important witnesses at the time of the incident told him that his death was not a natural one.
Finally close to the truth. Jimmy searched for six years, waiting in Tal, and finally got the first clue, telling him that Edison's death, he is not responsible.Someone else killed his father.It was not that his father died of illness halfway to watch his first flight.
"How do you know? Who do you say killed him?"