In the dark, the old cat heard the sound of the iron door opening, and the footsteps were light and heavy, from far and near. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info The old cat practices martial arts, and naturally the person who walks in is also a practitioner. He didn't say anything, at this moment he was a fish on the board, and he could only let others slaughter him, but don't be caught by him, as long as he was given a chance to turn over, he would return everything that happened tonight to the imposer a hundredfold. The footsteps drew closer and closer to him, and at last, he felt the man crouch down and undo his blindfold, and remove the smelling rag from his mouth.

The man got up and walked to the wall, the light in the room suddenly turned on, the old cat subconsciously turned his head to avoid the bright light, and finally he got used to the light, and when he turned his head, he saw the man leaning against the wall, his hands around his chest, looking at him with a smile.

It's all come to this point, the old cat doesn't care, he looked up at the man, and said coldly: "Fan lame, what do you mean? If you are tired of staying by the side of the eldest young master, just say it, just by virtue of your friendship with the old man, what if I give up the business at hand?"

Fan Qingsnake, whom he called "Fan Cripple", smiled, but did not speak, and looked at the old cat's eyes with an indescribable subtlety.

Seeing that Fan Qingsnake didn't speak, the old cat sneered again: "Kill me, aren't you afraid that my brothers will turn back?"

Fan Qingsnake did not answer the question: "Isn't it better to be a policeman than a drug dealer?"

The old cat's body shook suddenly, and his smile condensed: "You...... What do you mean?"

"What do you mean?" Fan Qingsnake smiled meaningfully, slowly walked in front of the old cat, squatted down like an old man in northern Shaanxi, and the two were only about half a meter apart, "What do I mean, don't you know? Comrade Men Zhilei?"

The old cat's eyes widened, as if his eyeballs were about to fall out: "You...... You...... I don't understand what you're talking about!

Fan Qingsnake smiled, took out a crumpled piece of paper from his jeans pocket, stretched it out, and read it like a primary school student reciting a text: "Men Zhilei, a native of Chongqing, once won the championship of the 5,000-meter run in the National High School Athletics Competition. After graduating from high school, he directly entered the police academy, and when he was about to graduate from the third year of the police academy, he was invited to join the West Lake City anti-drug team and became a glorious undercover agent...... Do you want me to read on, officer?"

The old cat gritted his teeth and glared at Fan Qing Snake, and finally squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "I don't know what you're talking about." ”

Fan Qingsnake smiled, stood up, and folded the crumpled paper like straw paper and stuffed it into his trouser pocket: "Old cat, you and I are both smart people, it's time for you to play this kind of child's trick that you don't admit to death, do you think it's interesting?"

The old cat turned his head, no longer looked at him, and said coldly: "I don't know what it means." ”

Fan Qing Snake didn't seem to care about his attitude, dragging a lame leg, pacing back and forth in the house.

This is a factory office that has not been used for a long time, and the office has the factory's own heating radiators, and the old cat is chained to the heating pipes, but fortunately, the factory seems to have been closed for some days, so the radiators are not only hot, but cold to the bone. There were a lot of papers scattered on the ground, and the words "West Lake City Tomorrow Grain and Oil" were written on them, and the old cat realized that he should be in the old site of Tomorrow Grain and Oil. Tomorrow's Grain and Oil was originally a state-owned enterprise under the Grain Bureau, but after the equity restructuring of the state-owned enterprises in '98, it was contracted by private individuals, and because of the financial crisis of '08, the import and export business was greatly impacted, and the scale of the factory shrank again and again. It has been almost two years since the closure of tomorrow's grain and oil, and the old cat vaguely remembers that every time he goes to the drug factory, he will pass by the rusty factory door plaque, that is, he is only five or six hundred meters away from the drug factory. But even if it was only five or six hundred meters away, he couldn't do anything.

"Fan lame, what do you want to do? If you want to kill, you have to listen to the respect, but if you want to pour dirty water on me, I advise you to die of this heart! The old cat yelled at the green snake.

Fan Qing Snake, who was limping around the room, didn't even look at him, but walked slowly from one end to the other, as if taking a leisurely walk.

The old cat is not stupid, he knows that Fan Qing Snake must be waiting for something. But what is he waiting for? Waiting for a certain time? Waiting for something to happen? Or is he waiting for a particular person?

The old cat suddenly fell silent, he knew that it was useless to say more at this time, but who had leaked his undercover identity to Fan Qingsnake?

He said lip service to him: "Do it yourself!"

The old cat sneered in his heart, but he couldn't help but feel angry, and finally came to the point where he was not a human being inside and out, and now he was in a dilemma, as if he could only go one way to the dark. It's just that if the big boss and the little boss knew that they had missed and been caught, would they do their best to save themselves? Thinking of this, the old cat's heart was cold, he always felt that it was better to rely on others than on himself, but at the critical moment, even he couldn't rely on himself, who else would come to save himself?

He looked at the Fan Qing Snake walking back and forth from the reflection of the glass of the window, the lame man's calm and relaxed mind made him a little unable to understand the Qi family's plan, according to Qi Hongbo's old Jianghu treatment method, he was going to be disemboweled, maybe he had become a sunken corpse in the Qiantang River by this time tomorrow, at this time he would rather settle in the hands of the police, maybe Gao Yan would still find a reason to shirk himself in the eleven years of love. Falling into the hands of the lame man, he knew that if the lame man really wanted to get out of the knife, he had to see blood.

After a while, Fan Qing Snake finally stopped pacing, squatted in front of him again, and this time lit a cigarette and stuffed it in the old cat's mouth: "Smoke a cigarette first." ”

The burning sparks were dotted, the green mist rose, and the heat in the lungs shocked the old cat's spirit, until the cigarette burned to the butt of the cigarette, he let go of the cigarette butt: "Another one." ”

Fan Qing Snake didn't refuse, he really lit another one, stuffed it into his mouth, and lit one himself to accompany him, for a long time, the two only smoked and did not communicate.

Finally, when the smoke drifted over the house, the old cat spoke, "Where is Qi Ye? I want to meet him." ”

Fan Qing Snake shook his head: "It's not time yet." ”

The old cat snorted, as if laughing at himself: "After all, I'm still an outsider." ”

Fan Qing Snake said: "No, when I get to the eldest young master, you are no longer an outsider." ”

The old cat looked at Fan Qing Snake and asked, "Do you think Qi Hongbo will trust me?"

Fan Qingsnake didn't speak, and was silent for a long time before saying: "The old man has been walking in the rivers and lakes for so many years, and he is more cautious than ordinary people to get to where he is now." ”

The old cat stared at Fan Qingsnake's eyes and asked, "Are you determined to kill me?"

Fan Qing Snake said: "Not necessarily. ”

"Oh, you're not very good at lying. ”

"That's because I don't have to lie, I prefer to talk with a knife than to lie. ”

"I've always wanted to try if your knife is fast or my stick is fast. ”

"Your stick is long. ”

The old cat laughed, and his laughter was a little desolate: "Fan Qing Snake, if there is one more chance, we should be able to become very good brothers." ”

Fan Qing Snake shook his head and said, "It's hard to say, I'm afraid of being killed by you." ”

The old cat said: "When it comes to business, my brain is better than yours." ”

Fan Qing Snake said: "I'm stupid, but I won't betray my brother." ”

The old cat didn't speak, but Fan Qingsnake continued: "Is it just because of money?"

The old cat said, "Do you have faith?"

Fan Qing Snake shook his head, and after a while, he nodded again: "I believe I have a knife in my hand." ”

The old cat shook his head and said, "You don't call it faith. Tell you, don't laugh at me, I really had faith before, but later I found that no matter how firm my faith is, it can't withstand the cruelty of reality!"

"So you gave up your faith?" Fan Qing Snake seemed to find it a little amused.

"It was faith that gave up on me. The old cat said seriously.

"Actually, it's good to be a police officer. Fan Qingsnake pouted, "It's a civil servant." ”

"Why don't you go and be a policeman?" said the old cat.

"When I was a teenager, I used a watermelon knife to cut people, and I went to every police station. If they were willing to take me, I'd be happy to go and have tea and read the newspaper. Fan Qing Snake seemed to be a little envious.

"Drink tea and read the newspapers......," the old cat sighed, "and that seems to be a good day." ”

One of the two was tortured backwards, and the other was squatting like a lazy man, like very good brothers on weekdays.

"Tell me about your boss. Fan Qing Snake said with a smile.

The old cat was stunned: "Boss?"

Fan Qingsnake smiled: "Don't you have a big boss and a small boss?"

The old cat finally sighed: "It seems that you know a lot. ”

Fan Qing Snake said: "Perhaps, someone knows more than me, for example, in addition to drug trafficking, what else have you done......"

The old cat was shocked: "You ......" Finally, he sighed, "You planted someone next to me?"

Fan Qingsnake smiled, noncommittal, stood up, and shouted out the door: "It's your place." ”

The door opened, and a young man wearing a police # uniform walked in, the face of a southerner, and the peach blossom eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts in an instant.

"Brother Cat, long time no see!" The young man also squatted in front of him, a little lazy.

The old cat laughed and couldn't stop laughing for a long time, and the whole room echoed with his not so good laughter.

The young man did not seem to be in a hurry at all, but sat down cross-legged across from him, looked at the old cat, and smiled silently.

It wasn't until the old cat's laughter stopped that the young man said, "Don't you think you're surprised?"

The old cat seemed to laugh so much that tears came out: "After all the calculations, I still didn't expect you to join forces with drug dealers." ”

"Brother Cat, the enemy of the enemy is a friend, at least a 'friend' in a certain environment!" the young man said with a smile, "Tell me, what's going on in the factory?"