Santos is a typical non-mainstream, a different kind of alternative, according to the fashionable terminology, the kind of "body modifier".
In Santos's own words, others think of the body as a church, but he uses his body as a playground.
Santos had sixteen holes in his left and right ears, six in his lips, two in his tongue, and more than sixty bits and pieces on his body, all of which were hung with silver rings, most of which were inlaid with diamonds, making him look shiny.
The most terrifying thing is that he slit his tongue in the middle and made a fork, revealing his tongue like a poisonous snake spitting letters.
"It's been a long time since we've seen each other, old friends," the lean Santos slammed out of the pink-lit room, followed by two black chicks and a white chick with hot bodies.
To be honest, Long Yun was worried about Santos every time he saw him, just this skinny body, those silver rings looked particularly terrifying, and he always felt that he was not wearing it in the flesh but in the bones.
The coquettish Santos was obviously still charging in the gentle township just now, at this time there was still a pungent smell of perfume on his body, his upper body was bare, and a pink ostrich feather scarf was wrapped around his neck, hanging down to his crotch.
This picture is so beautiful that Long Yun didn't dare to stare at Santos for too long, lest he be blind.
"I haven't seen you in a while."
He nodded vaguely, sat down on the sand, and went straight to the point: "I want to meet Petrovich, that's why I'm here, this is your territory, out of respect for you, I must come and visit." ” Santos rolled his eyes and waved his hand, and Barney and his men stepped back.
"Do you smoke" Santos opened the wooden box on the table, which was full of cigars, "Cuban goods, good condition." ” "I still like my cigarettes."
Long Yun shook his head, took out a box of Marlboro from his pocket, put it in his hand and shook it.
"I've heard that you've suffered a lot of losses in Sierra Leone this time, but you've done a good job, and thousands of people have died at your hands."
"Yes, who did you listen to," a trace of alertness crossed Long Yun's eyes.
"This matter has long spread throughout the mercenary community in South Africa, and the world is not that big, and the same bad things can be spread, not to mention your heroic deeds."
Santos laughed unnaturally twice, took out a cigar from the wooden box, picked up the cigarette cutter and clicked off a sharp end, then cracked a fist-sized skull lighter on the table, put the cigar on it and turned it around a few times, waited for the cigarette to be slightly hot, then stuffed it into his mouth, leaned over to the flame, and swirled the cigar as he smoked until the flame evenly lit the tobacco.
Long Yun thought to himself, this guy is a connoisseur who can enjoy it, and the prelude to smoking a cigar looks quite professional.
With a beautiful puff of cigarette, Santos opened another bottle of XO, poured wine into the glass, and handed one of them to Long Yun.
"Take a sip" "No, I think I have to go, Petrovich is still living in the basement, right" Long Yun didn't want to waste time talking about Fengyue here with this weird guy, so he stood up and said goodbye.
"Ambiguous" Santos stopped Long Yun, "Peter, this guy has had an accident recently, and he doesn't live in the basement." ” "What" Long Yun was stunned, he didn't expect an old fritter like Peter to have an accident, "The others are fine?"
"It's okay, of course it's okay" Santos quickly shook his head and said: "It's just that more than a month ago, an undercover agent got in, and the pigs of the SWAT team actually stormed here with people, Peter is fine, but his arsenal in the basement is obviously no longer safe, in this consideration, I will let him move to the 17th floor, you wait here, I will call him up, what is the matter, you talk here." ” Without saying anything, he grabbed the phone on the desk and dialed a number.
"Hey Barney, go find Peter on the seventeenth floor, call him up to me, yes, yes, yes, say it's his old friend Ghost is here."
Putting down the phone, Santos suddenly yawned, stretched his waist and said: "Look, I've just finished refreshing, it looks like I'm going to make up for it, and there's a deal in the middle of the night, I want to negotiate a deal with an Italian guy, I have to go next door to inspect the goods and get ready." ” He patted the sand, "You sit here and wait, I'll come as soon as I go, and Peter will be there soon." ” After that, yawning for days, it seems that the drug \ addiction has been made.
Long Yun took out a cigarette, clicked it, looked at Santos and nodded: "Okay, you go first, I'll wait for Peter here." ” Santos yawned as he walked out of the room, and the door slammed shut.
Long Yun smoked silently, constantly pondering Santos's expression and movements just now, and soon, he bounced up from the sand and walked into the room with pink lights.
This room is fragrant, the decoration is very bizarre, a two-meter-wide electric round bed in the middle, one end of the room is a huge boss's desk, next to the table is a slippery wooden filing cabinet, and directly behind is a European Renaissance style nude \ female oil painting.
Long Yun walked over to his desk, flipped through the documents on the desktop, and found a rent table in the thick papers.
This is the "rent" that every household in the building pays to Santos every month, which is actually a conservation fee.
Long Yun flipped through a few of them, found Petrovic's name in them, and looked back, this guy had just paid the rent in September, and the registered room number was still O1O3, which was the number of the basement.
"Santos, what tricks do you kid want to play."
Long Yun muttered to himself, he remembered the last time he came over with Lao Yu, this wall was not an oil painting, but a wall of monitoring screens.
He began to rummage through the mechanism, and finally felt a button under the table and pressed it lightly.
Giggles The oil painting began to retreat aside, and dozens of CCTV surveillance screens appeared in front of Long Yun.
This kind of monitoring equipment is not high-tech, and Long Yun can easily call up all the pictures one by one.
On screen, Santos is seen hurrying down the hallway, apparently no longer on this floor, with more and more armed men gathered behind him.
Leaning on this, it's obviously a problem Long Yun was secretly surprised in his heart, although he didn't know why Santos did this, but one thing was certain, Santos didn't plan to go to Petrovic, gathering so many people, I'm afraid the purpose was to come at him.
Long Yun felt blood rushing madly to his head, this is Santos's territory, if there is any movement, an armed team of thousands of people can be gathered here in just ten minutes, and he is not an opponent at all alone.
And a more important problem is that this is the 53rd floor, almost the top floor, and there is a layer of armored doors outside that can withstand rocket attacks, and there is no way to escape After calming down a little, Long Yun turned off the monitoring screen and restored the oil painting to its original position.
Back in the living room, I sat down on the sand, took a cigar from the wooden box, cut my head, and smoked it leisurely.
His mind is constantly making various budgets, since he can't get out, it will be difficult for people from outside to attack him, if he is Santos, he will definitely not choose to attack here, he will definitely lure himself out and have another surprise attack.
He pulled the Beretta 92F out of his waist and checked the ammunition, which contained eight magazines, each containing 15 bullets, including 16 in the chamber, enough to hold out until he grabbed a new weapon.
Pushing the bullet into the chamber of the gun and opening the safe, Long Yun put the gun back into his waist, sat on the sand with a blank expression, smoking a cigar and drinking XO, waiting to see what tricks Santos played.
At this time, in a room on the 52nd floor of the building, Santos lectured to more than 20 heavily armed men: "When the four of them go up, the others are lying in ambush next to the elevator entrance, and the people who go up say that Peter asked him to go to the seventeenth floor to discuss business, as soon as he exits the three doors, you will immediately come out of the elevator and outflank him."
Remember, this guy is not a good man, he is the number one person in the ghost group, in Sierra Leone, they killed six of the eight people in a group, and killed nearly two thousand, absolutely cautious, if you really can't capture them alive" He placed his palms across his neck and made a cutting motion.
"You know what to do" Santos' eyes flashed with a sinister and cruel light
Free novels bring you joy and joy ---> storyskyline.net
.
: