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- Time flies by so fast that before you know it, it¡¯s the third night after the murder in the pub.
On a busy roadside, a man wearing a hat and a mask quietly opened the door and entered a bar on the roadside.
The glass door was pushed open, and the loud music suddenly leaked out. But this leak was only leaked for a moment. Soon, the bar door was closed again, and only a little could be peeked through the glass door.
The man seems to be very adaptable to this scene. The feasting lights and loud music provide him with excellent cover. The young men and women dancing to the music and lights on the dance floor will not pay attention to an ordinary person who enters the bar. .
The man enjoyed this environment very much, and even his demeanor relaxed a little.
He walked straight to a remote booth and sat down, where someone was already waiting for him.
The person sitting in the booth is also a man. He has large tattoos on his arms and dyed yellow hair. This is eye-catching enough in itself, but what is even more eye-catching are the wisps of red highlights on his forehead.
He put one hand on the chair in the booth, crossed his legs, saw the person sitting down, threw a cigarette on the table, and then slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, and the white smoke dispersed in the air.
"You're here? I haven't been able to contact you these days. I thought you were arrested."
The man took off his mask, lit the cigarette, and started puffing away happily.
The face under the mask is clearly Santang who is wanted by the police.
"Oh, forget it, you chose the wrong place."
Santang looked annoyed. He had been hiding and bored for a few days. At this time, it was rare to have someone to talk to about his anguish. The conversation was like a reservoir that had opened its gate and could not stop.
¡°I don¡¯t know if it was because I was having a trance or something, but I actually chose such a place. The business of that tavern was terrible, and there was not a single customer except me that night!¡±
When you want to attack people, the best thing is to choose a noisy environment like the one they are in now. There are many people and it is relatively chaotic. With the mixed flow of people, it is easiest to fish in troubled waters.
¡°I¡¯ve done it, there¡¯s no point regretting it now.¡±
Huang Maoman picked up a cup next to him, poured a glass of wine and pushed it in front of him.
Santang picked up the cup and drank it all in one gulp, continuing to talk about his depression.
"The police were too efficient this time. It was only the second day and my wanted warrant was already everywhere"
"Fortunately, I have a lot of places to stay and have stocked up on food in advance, otherwise I really wouldn't be able to survive"
"I can only say that luckily you were prepared"
Huang Mao across from him listened to him, occasionally chimed in, and poured him wine from time to time. Before he knew it, he had already downed a bottle of strong wine.
"I don't know how long I have to hide. If you hadn't told me that I got the goods, I wouldn't have taken such a big risk and ran out this time." Santang was quite drunk. Okay, but unconsciously, his face turned a little red.
"We did get the goods." Dui Santang was almost finished drinking when Huang Mao across from him took out a box from his arms and pushed it to the center of the table.
Santang reached out to take the box, but Huang Mao held the box with one hand and had no intention of letting him take it away directly.
"Pay the money with one hand and deliver the goods with the other hand. Could it be that you forgot?"
¡°That¡¯s what I say, but I have to inspect the goods first, right?¡±
Although Santang drank a whole bottle of wine, he was still not drunk. The two of them were holding the same iron box and refused to give in. There was quite an atmosphere of tension.
"This is natural." Huang Mao's hand relaxed slightly and allowed the other party to take the box over, but there was a dark light in his eyes, and the person opposite did not notice it.
While Santang was checking things, he poured another glass of wine, but inadvertently, something fell into the glass and dissolved in an instant.
Looking at the white powder inside, Santang was obviously very satisfied.
"This time the quantity is quite sufficient. Although I cannot sell it because I am wanted, it is enough for me to use for a while."
That¡¯s right, he is a drug dealer, specializing in selling this.
The reason why he killed the man in the tavern was entirely because the guy touched his interests, so he killed him without hesitation.
It¡¯s just that I didn¡¯t choose the location right, and I¡¯m wanted.
He originally thought that the police could not find him. After all, he had only been to the pub a few times, and even the last name he used was a fake one.
But who would have known that the police actually announced a wanted warrant, and the face in the portrait was exactly the same as his!
"Obviously, the tavern owner had remembered him just a few times."??face and provided it to the police accurately.
He took out his mobile phone, transferred some money to an account, then raised his head and said, "The money should be here, take a look."
"Got it." Huang Mao raised his wine glass and motioned for Santang to pick up the glass and clink it with him.
The sound of clinking wine glasses was heard, accompanied by the sound of toasts.
Santang was about to drink, but suddenly he felt something cold pressed against his waist.
A man holding a cigarette appeared behind him at some point.
Santang stiffly turned around to look, and sure enough, it was a cold pistol.
"Although you are worthless as a rotten person, you'd better use your remaining value before you die."
Boss Bai¡¯s cold voice came from above.
He looked at the man sitting on the chair with slightly lowered eyes, without any emotion in his eyes.
Although he thinks he is not a good person, he still has a bottom line, and what he hates most is drug dealers.
"Whatwhatwhat do you mean"
Before death? remaining value? Was this man planning to kill him? Who is he? Why do you know he is here?
Santang asked stammeringly.
With the gun pressed against him, he didn't dare to move, and he didn't dare to take back the wine glass in his hand. He just kept this posture stiffly.
"What do you mean?" Boss Bai looked at Huang Mao opposite him with a joking look. Huang Mao opposite him was tense at the moment, and his right hand had already touched the dagger carried in his boots.
"The guy opposite you has drugged your cup. If I guess correctly, he is planning to kill you."
As for the reason for the murder, it¡¯s easy to guess. It¡¯s just that they were afraid that this guy would confess to him if he went to jail.
Hearing this, the cup in Santang¡¯s hand suddenly fell to the ground, and the glass suddenly turned into pieces.
He stared at Huang Mao opposite him with wide eyes, never expecting that he would attack him here.
Huang Mao couldn¡¯t see Boss Bai¡¯s gun, so he looked calm.
Although I don¡¯t know who this guy is and how he knew he poisoned him, it is impossible to admit it.
"What are you talking about? What poison?"
"If you say no, then there won't be. I'm not in the mood to explain to you."
Boss Bai was too lazy to pay attention to him. He directly slapped Huang Mao's neck with his knife, knocking him out cleanly.
As a good citizen, he has already called the police, and the police who come over will arrest him. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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