Volume 2 Business Chapter 20 Means (Part 2)
The wooden box looked more like a jewelry box used by women. It was dark red and the carving was very rough. It should belong to an ordinary family. He opened the lid and found two passbooks inside. The gun chief was overjoyed. Damn! There was even private money hidden! He opened the passbook and took a look. The two accounts had a total of more than 6 million RMB. The last time he withdrew the money was when he left last time. The old man is not bad. He is very thrifty. This is a good deal for me. Well, I will get a Mercedes-Benz and go to Lu Rong to compete. I don’t believe I can’t outrun your broken BMW.
He put the wooden box back into the wall paint and hung up the two memorials. He was about to turn around and leave when he suddenly remembered that he should not be disrespectful to the dead. After all, he had just killed their two sons. He bowed reverently and said, "I have made you miss them for too long. I have just sent the two young masters on their way. We will be reunited soon." He smiled evilly, snapped his fingers, and walked out in square steps. It was already dark at this time. The gun captain remembered that there was a treasure in Long Chengjiang's duty room in the C City Evening News. It was the handle of dozens of good brothers. If he went there now, no one would find it. It was a good opportunity to get it out.
Seeing the lights on in the guard room from afar, the gun chief was a little surprised. Who was helping Long Chengjiang on duty at such a late hour? According to the time, he had disappeared for a whole day. Hehe, don't run into someone I don't want to run into again. He thought of Long Chenghai's wife and children. The woman was not bad looking. The son and daughter were still young. The son was ten years old and the daughter was only three years old. If I ran into them, I would have to kill them. I don't want to be the American boss. For so many years, people have been hiring assassins to kill me. Thinking of this, the gun chief had already walked to the outside of the guard room. He glanced inside and saw a young woman with her back to the door, concentrating on reading a book. The gun chief felt that the back figure looked familiar. A light flashed in his mind, and he was immediately happy. It was Dalin! Haha, I was just worried that I couldn't find a chance to talk to her. Now it's all right.
I was still wearing Long Chengfei's mask, so I had to pretend now. Haha, I coughed lightly, then knocked on the door and asked, "Is this the doorman of C City Evening News?"
Dalin looked up, his big round eyes probably still intoxicated by the story in the book, and he answered in confusion for a moment: "Yes, what's the matter?" The spearman smiled and said: "My eldest brother asked me to come and help him guard the door for one night, saying that he was not feeling well. He was afraid that no one would be watching the door at night, and it would be a shame to the newspaper if something was lost."
Dalin said "oh" and smiled to the gun captain, "My name is Dalin, and I'm Uncle Long's good friend. He asked for leave today and didn't come. I saw that he hadn't arrived yet, so I took over his shift. Why haven't I heard him mention you before?"
The gunner smiled and said, "My name is Long Chengfei. I have been busy outside for eight years and have not been back. I just arrived today. Are you a reporter here?"
Dalin smiled and said, "I'm a reporter, yes. But don't call me comrade, just call me Dalin." Her round face was very cute, with a natural and delicate look of a little girl. The commander was a little dumbfounded. How could this woman be as innocent as a child?
The gunner said absentmindedly, "Hello, reporter Dalin. Oh... what book were you reading just now? Why were you so absorbed in it?" Dalin raised his hand and smiled, "The Bridges of Madison County. Have you read it?"
The gun captain shook his head and smiled, "I haven't read it. What kind of story is it?" Dalin saw someone asking about it. He had just come back from a distraction from the book, and his mind was full of novels. Fortunately, someone was listening, so he said excitedly, "It's a story about extramarital affairs. The author wrote it like a reporter reporting, a bit like a memoir. This story is very exciting. It tells the love story of a law-abiding housewife and a middle-aged photographer. This novel has been made into a movie. Haven't you seen it?"
The gun chief shook his head. Dalin was a little disappointed, but he still began to tell the whole story with great interest. After talking for about half an hour, the gun chief was also a little interested. This man was interesting. He felt very gentlemanly, but he did have sex with the woman and left the choice to the woman. The woman was also very interesting. She went out with her husband and saw her lover in front of her, but she didn't have the courage to confess or pursue him. If it were me, I would take this woman away no matter her life or death! It would be better if she was the woman's husband. She was really as good as Li Decai. She pretended that nothing happened and told the truth only when she was about to die. Wang Dafang came to his mind.
The gun captain has always had a mentality of avoiding this couple. Li Decai's behavior made the gun captain speechless. He took the initiative to let his wife go to you and call you a brother. Is he still a human being? Of course, maybe it's because he can't have sex anymore, and I'm a good person, so I'm a bargain? Is this kindness and tolerance? It seems very disadvantageous. You don't have to give so much to love a woman, right? If I were Li Decai, I would have to fight to the death... Thinking of Li Decai sitting in a wheelchair, the gun captain was a little depressed. For the first time in his life, he felt a little guilty, but Wang Dafang was really easy to fuck. Her face was red, and she refused to scream even if her teeth were broken. But she finally screamed last time. Hehe, the sound was like a cow mooing, one deeper than the other, just the opposite of Zhang Liqiu. It would be nice if I could hear the screams of both of them at the same time.
After squinting his eyes and thinking about it for a long time, Dalin was still talking excitedly. The gun captain tilted his head and saw the excited reporter. Finally, he had an obscene thought in his mind. If he fucked this woman in the guard room, would it be exciting? His chest suddenly started pounding. He hadn't felt this way for a long time . The gun captain felt a little dry in his mouth. He licked his lips and asked, "Is there any water here?"
Dalin uttered an "ah" and quickly stuck out his tongue, smiling very embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, I've been talking to you for so long, let me pour you some water." The spearman smiled and said, "No, no, I can do it myself."
Dalin found a paper cup and tea leaves and handed them to the gun captain. The gun captain picked up the thermos and gently poured a cup of boiling water into it. He gestured to Dalin, who shook his head and said, "I'm not thirsty. Just drink it." Then he raised his hand, screamed, and quickly jumped up and said, "How could I not notice that it's already one o'clock in the evening." The gun captain smiled and said, "It was already twelve o'clock when I came. Do you want to go back and rest? I'll take you there."
Dalin looked at the gun captain gratefully, then shook his head and said, "Tomorrow is the weekend, you don't have to go. I'll go to the office and take a nap later. I'm just afraid to disturb your rest. By the way, what's wrong with Long Bo? Where do you feel uncomfortable?"
The gun chief smiled and said, "It's an old problem, dizziness, so I rested at home." Holding a cup of tea, the gun chief, who was completely relaxed, began to chat with Dalin, from love to marriage, from life to career, from children to war, and from history to ideals. After chatting for just two hours, Dalin's brain cells kept discussing with the gun chief in extreme excitement. She was very curious about what Long Bo's younger brother did. He was so knowledgeable and talented. In particular, his ideal was very strange. He wanted to do what he liked and try his best to grasp his time and freedom. At first, there was nothing special about this, but the more he thought about it, the more he thought about it. Yes, everyone is busy now, for life, for money, for family, for career, how many people can really do what they like? As people get older, many things make people feel constrained. They can't make their own decisions and are completely controlled by the work, family or love around them.
Dalin finally couldn't help asking, "Uncle Long... Hehe, you don't mind me calling you that, right?"
The gun master laughed and waved his hand, saying: "Don't call me old. I'm just in my early 30s. Just call me Chengfei or Big Brother. We are friends. Don't be too serious."
Dalin was also a straightforward person. He nodded and agreed. He was a first-rate reporter. He asked, "What is Long's occupation? I'm a reporter, but I can't guess your identity." The gun leader couldn't help but have a playful thought, "Have you ever dealt with criminals?"
Dalin shook his head and said, "Not yet, but I guess it will happen sooner or later. Why are you asking this, brother?"
The gun chief laughed and said, "I am just a prisoner in prison reform. I have been in prison for eight years, so it is normal that you cannot see through it, because you don't understand the prisoners."
Dalin looked unconvinced. It was unbelievable that a prisoner could be so well-spoken. However, there were many intellectuals who broke the law. So he asked, "I believe you! Can you tell me what you did?"
The gun captain smiled calmly and said, "Rape!" Then he looked at Dalin motionlessly. Dalin felt very strange now. She didn't think the man in front of her was a rapist, or had been a rapist. Her intuition told her that this man was lying! So she smiled and said, "Brother, can you tell me what happened? I'm very curious."
The gunner looked at Dalin and sneered in his heart, "My past is very interesting. I believe it can greatly satisfy the curiosity of you, a reporter. Humph, another guy who doesn't know how to live or die." He smiled gently, as if he was telling someone else's story, and recounted his story of seducing people by pretending to be a water ghost from beginning to end. Especially the tone of his speech, as if he was explaining the animal world, not only the sound and the objects are vivid, but also his eyes are full of excitement and sadness, and a little smile spreads from time to time, even Dalin is infected. How can this rape story make people listen to it more exciting than reading a novel?
Dalin looked at the gun captain with some doubt and asked, "Is what you said true?" The gun captain smiled and said, "Of course it's true. I gained all my knowledge in prison. Are you... scared? In the middle of the night, you are alone in a room with a rapist!"
Dalin's heart was beating fast, especially when he heard the part about the gun captain and the little girl, he felt an indescribable shyness and desire. His mind told him that the gun captain did not lie, but the emotional reporter was very fascinated by this feeling of excitement and fear. Facing this rapist who was well-spoken and full of knowledge, he seemed so calm and composed when he talked about his past, and even his smile had a bit of evil beauty...
Of course, the gun captain's face remained expressionless because he was wearing a mask, but he was laughing wildly in his heart: Zhao Yun's criminal psychology as a faculty member is really fucking effective. It seems that women's psychology is indeed full of curiosity and love. I don't want your sympathy or your love. I only want your body, haha, reporter!
The gun master stretched out his big hand, his eyes revealing a strong confidence and momentum: "Nice to meet you!" Dalin felt that this man had a magic, yes, an irresistible magic. He timidly put his hand in the gun master's hand, unable to exert any strength, and felt that the other's big hand was very hot, as if it could conduct electricity, which made Dalin a little dizzy. The gun master squeezed it a little harder, but he didn't let go. He just held Dalin's soft little hand, and the feeling of being soft and boneless was really wonderful.
"Are you really not afraid of being with a rapist?"
Dalin lowered his head, his face flushed, and said in a voice as soft as a mosquito: "You... don't lie to me, I won't believe it..." Who is the gun commander? He is a lecherous and self-righteous villain. Even if the other party gives him a slightly smiling look, he will think that the other party is saying: Come on, seduce me, fuck me! This kind of situation falls into his eyes...
With a little force on his hands, he brought Dalin over. Dalin felt as if he was floating . With a whimper, he fell into the arms of the gun captain. The strong masculine scent rushed into his nose. His chest was extremely warm and his arms were so strong. Dalin closed his eyes tightly and felt the hot breath of the other party spraying on his face. It was numb. Dalin felt that his whole body was softening. He murmured, "No, no, we can't do this..."
The gun chief's mouth curled up into a lewd smile, and he laughed in his heart: No means no , it means to be quick, it means to be unbearable, it means to make me do it harder! Do you think I'm a pure boy? He lowered his head and kissed Dalin's lips, which were already wet. With a little force, he pushed with the tip of his tongue, and Dalin's teeth opened. The sweet saliva intoxicated the gun chief. This woman is delicious. Her tongue stirred in Dalin's mouth, and her hands kept rubbing Dalin's back and buttocks vigorously.
In less than five minutes, Dalin was already panting. She pushed the gun commander away with great force, almost out of breath. The gun commander looked at her with a smile in his eyes. Dalin felt her face was so hot that it was about to bleed. She turned her back shyly. The gun commander looked around vigilantly and saw that there were no passers-by on the street except for an occasional car passing by. He stood up and turned off the lights.
Dalin was just trying to keep herself alert when suddenly her vision went dark. The gun captain's head was already on her shoulder. He was blowing hot air into her ears and licking them gently with his tongue. The little bit of consciousness that Dalin had just regained was suddenly shattered into a cloud of smoke. The gun captain put his arms around Dalin's lower abdomen, which was extremely flat and firm. It seemed that Dalin loved exercising. She was not as soft and fat as Zhang Liqiu.
He lifted Dalin up with both hands and sat him on his lap. Dalin's mind was blank, and his whole body was burning. He was trembling slightly. The gunman worked on Dalin's ears and neck, biting the tender skin a few times, and then sticking out his tongue to make a circle, while his hands climbed up to Dalin's breasts little by little...
