Sha Qing

Ep35 Nightingale and Duke

Luna Island, the base of the South Island, in a large room with four walls.

When a few big men in camouflage came in, distributed uniform uniforms in the form of sportswear to everyone, and told them that when they started working the day after tomorrow, everyone would be a bit surprised.

"Get on the job so soon, don't you mean the closed training period?" Someone asked.

The man glanced at him mockingly, "Here it is, closed. Training period? You still have one day and two nights, you can give yourself more training."

After Yin and Yang said strangely, he left two large boxes and went out with his companions. The iron door slammed shut behind these powerful men.

A black youth caught up and shook the iron gate a few times. "Locked!" He cried, "damn they can't just lock us up like this, it's illegal imprisonment / incarceration!"

"'Closed.' Boy, can you spell this word?" A white man with short hair under his jaw rolled his eyes at him, saying in a bad voice, "Oh, I forgot, **** are not available for school , They are only keen to compete on the street for breaking the ball and twisting their hips to dance hip-hop. "

The young black man rushed forward in anger, and slammed his face with a punch: "Fuck / what the **** is yours ?!"

The opponent scuffled with him unwillingly. Some good-hearted people began to join the war, spontaneously divided into two distinct groups according to skin color-one side was white, and the other side was black and brown. More people are watching and cheering.

"Boring," said Luo Yi, opening the cardboard box at the same time, stroking two sandwiches and a bottle of pure water.

Shaneir sat beside him and began to eat against the clock. "A bunch of energetic idiots," he commented dismissively. "What about winning, is there a bonus?"

"Buddha fights for incense, everyone fights for breath." Luo Yi was not interested in the stale beef, so he took it out and put it in Shanier's hand, then scooped the chicken leg from the other's sandwich and stuffed it into himself In the bread, he finally summed it up neatly: "Just keep the cats and dogs in a cage, and they will always fight to decide the winner-they are born dead."

The former gang leader forgivingly acquiesced in the robbery of young Asians, scolded the beef beef in disgust, and sneered: "If someone gives money, I can take them all down."

He did not receive the worship eyes of the Asian youth as he wished, but attracted a thin boy who was desperately stuffing his mouth with food. It was a small white man with messy brown-red hair and brown freckles on the bridge of his nose, looking up to twenty years old. "Really, man, are you so strong? Not bragging." He asked with glowing eyes, "My name is Zeller, what's your name?"

Shaneir gave him an angry look and said coldly, "Did you talk to you? Get out!"

The dark breath piled up by blood and life frightened the poor boy immediately, and he jumped up like a needle and escaped several meters away.

Before the crowd finally realized that eating was more important than fighting, Luo Yi touched a bottle of water and hid it before he came up to **** the food. When he saw this, he said to Shanier, "Nothing frightens the weak chicken. He just wanted to touch my butt.

Shaneir knew that the old black in his mouth was specifically referring to the same dormitory last night, remembering that the other party had touched his thigh, and now he completely ignored his threats, and he was instantly angry and scanned with vicious eyes. The crowd stared at the **** man squatting by the wall and sandwiching: "If he dares to move his hands again, I will make him!"

"Be careful to put yourself back in prison again. I don't care anymore, it's not me who picks up the soap anyway." Luo Yi eats and drank, and dug his ears with the little fingertips. Seoul wants to beat him, and he wants to beat him under the shower head.

With a certain kind of dangerous emotion, he slowly tilted his head to Luo Yi, and lowered his voice in the other side's ears: "Someday I will **** you to the **** to bloom, wait, sir / zi."

The Asian young man laughed wryly and shot back: "I'm waiting, little wolf dog."

After the chaotic group dinner, the company seemed to think of compensation, and the camouflage men opened the door again and sent a hard currency. The crowd who had previously tasted the sweetness suddenly became very emotional, as if all the disputes and complaints were eliminated in the lingering light smoke, and some people were not even satisfied with the leaves and K / powder, and they reached out to the ice and white / powder one after another.

Shanier pinched a big / hemp / smoke between his fingers and handed it to Luo Yi: "Try again? This time it's cool."

The latter flicked his finger open with a bit of anxiety: "Get off your mother's egg, do you really want me to smoke your farts / eyes?"

"Well, you'll just continue to be pure." Shaneer smirked and retracted his hand.

Luo Yi glanced at the suffocating crowd and asked him, "Don't get a premium product?"

"I'm not that stupid." Shaneille played with a cigarette between his fingers. "Do you know how much hard currency I used to have in my hand? I'm familiar with these things-just take some soft ones, if you stick them Those hard ones are finished in a lifetime. "He ignited the cigarette with a lighter, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and the fluttering expression seemed transparent and unreal in the blue smoke.

Luo Yi looked at the man who was immersed in pleasure. His dark amber eyes were indifferent, and then he picked up the orange-red uniform distributed to his bed.

A few moments later, Shanier followed, lying on the bed of his bunk and muttering, "I hate orange, it reminds me of the livery of Rex Island Prison ..."

Luo Yi ignored him, and stared at the dirty lines on the ceiling, thinking silently: the day after tomorrow ... the day after tomorrow.

The next day, North Island, Luna Clubhouse.

Eleven men sat in different positions on the sofas in the hall. Leo glanced around calmly, and she did not see Edman's figure. It seemed that the fat man was scared by the police, and he was crouched in the villa, and he did not dare to be involved with the club any more.

President Secretary Oliver stood in the middle of the room, said with a smile, and finally began to enter the topic: "This period of club activities will officially start at 8 am tomorrow, all preparations are ready, waiting for the gentlemen present Show off your skills. According to the convention, each person will be issued a long one each with a brand model optional; 500 rounds of bullets; two special sabers; one high-powered telescope; one off-road jeep; one driver and one bodyguard.

Here I repeat the rule again and again: In the hunting ground during the event, each member can hunt orange red beasts freely, but the number of daily hunting must not exceed three; from 20 to 8 am every night Hunting time; the South Island camp, including the surrounding open space, is a safe area. Humans and beasts cannot be hunted in the safe area, but ambush on the trail leading to the safe area is allowed ... "

Oliver routinely read the rules out, and the members present listened intently, while eagerly waiting for tomorrow's arrival. Finally, when asked if anyone would give up participating in this event, no one raised his hand. Although the nightingales here can be regarded as the best, and in order to get the big prize of the "Wildlife Protection Award" set up by the club, the nightingales have tried their best to entangle the guests and try to make the other party "reluctant to hunt." Both wine hunting is true.

-With one exception. When Oliver came off the field, he took a secret look at the new members: After receiving a report from the Nightingale in charge last night, he couldn't help but wonder whether the handsome appearance of the other party was hiding the weak function; or that this secretly controlled the global The head of the arms market in the half-market is really high in vision, and even those stunners who are thousands of miles away can not be ignored?

A bit troublesome, he thought anxiously, if it was the latter, this is something that has never happened since the establishment of the club, and spreading it would be a loss of reputation. Who knows if Garcia will say scornfully in the circle: Luna's nightingale? Oh, it's all worthy of being vulgar .... God, if it passed into the ears of Duke Yavre, who was desperate for face, maybe he would be thrown into the lagoon full of sharks. punishment!

Oliver secretly fought a cold war and decided to report it in a timely manner. Later, he figured out any leaks, and the responsibility would not fall entirely on him.

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