"Sir, the bluestone road has arrived."

The rickshaw driver stopped the car.

The middle-aged man got off the rickshaw and paid.

He didn't know where this was.

He only knows that contact point No. 2 is here.

He found a stone from the ground, looked around, and then drew a triangle under the wall.

Throwing away the stone, he stood aside and lit a cigarette.

The person you wanted to contact didn't come?

Or is it already here and just observing from the side? Is it safe?

I waited there for more than an hour.

Suddenly, a person slowly walked towards him.

"Sir, please lend me a fire."

The middle-aged man took out his lighter and gave it to him.

The man lit a cigarette and said, "Sir, your lighter is very beautiful."

"I've been using American products for three years and six months." The middle-aged man said unhurriedly: "If you like it, I will give it to you."

"Sir, thank you very much."

The man put the lighter in his pocket, and when he took his hand out of his pocket again, he already had a pistol: "Don't move!"

The middle-aged man stood there obediently and motionless.

A car roared by, and another person jumped out of the car. He took out a hood and put it on the middle-aged man's head: "Get in the car!"

The middle-aged man got into the car very cooperatively.

Along the way, no one spoke, and the atmosphere in the car was very depressing.
Chapter completed!