Breaking Through the Clouds: 137.Chapter 137

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Qin Chuan stared closely at the syringe in front of him, and the gold-rimmed lenses couldn't stop the obvious trembling of his pupils. There seemed to be a burst of discussion around him, but his ears buzzed, and he couldn't hear anything except his violent heartbeat.

"..." He panted and looked to his side, only to see Jiang Ting's face as white as snow, staring at the tray.

The suffocation-like stalemate lasted for an unknown period of time. The king of spades finally coughed implicitly and turned to Qin Chuan: "Why don't you come first?"

Qin Chuan couldn't say a word.

"Excuse me," the king of spades explained, seemingly a little apologetic: "Jiang is privileged to stop with me, so you should come first."

A bodyguard stepped forward, took out the syringe from the tray, and handed it to Qin Chuan.

The bodyguard had two arms as thick as a normal person, and he had a shaved head. Qin Chuan knew about this person. He used to be nicknamed "Ghost Suffering". He carried several murders on his back. The brutality of each case shocked the local area. Temporarily. Later this person somehow came to the hands of the King of Spades and became one of his confidant bodyguards. Now I think about it, it should be that the King of Spades was born like collecting stamps, like collecting such cold-blooded, brutal criminals with extreme personality.

Qin Chuan turned countless thoughts in his mind, as if thousands of electric currents passed through the nerve center, but on the surface he only slid his Adam’s apple:

"...The doctor's testimony is full of loopholes, and it is impossible to justify it...You know this, right."

"I know."

"Then you still—"

Wen Shao interrupted him: "But that's not important."

—That's not important.

For the inherently extreme anti-social personality of the King of Spades, the cause, effect and context are not important. He does things according to his own preferences completely as he wants. Many seemingly unexpected decisions are actually based on strict logic, while others seem to be Reasonable behavior, in fact, only stems from his bad interests and cruel nature.

Qin Chuan's posterior molars occluded tightly together, and reached out and picked up the syringe, as if picking up a venomous snake with his bare hands.

The chest cavity was rising and falling rapidly, but couldn't breathe in oxygen, the heart crazily retracted the blood of the whole body, and the brain was dizzy.

"..."

Everyone was watching him, and suddenly Qin Chuan clenched the needle with his fist tightly, chopped his hand and threw the hero|Yin far away!

Pop!

"I'm sorry, I can't do it." Qin Chuan said coldly as everyone looked at him: "I am mixing with you to get rich overnight, not for this. If you don't believe me, just kill me. Don't be so troublesome, I am not your test product."

Wen Shao sighed, really didn't say anything, waved his hand: "Take it down."

No need for him to say it a second time, the "ghost sees sorrow" went up and grabbed Qin Chuan and pushed it out. The latter staggered all the way, almost stumbled when crossing the threshold, and then disappeared outside the house.

Wen Shao didn't care, she smiled and looked at Jiang Ting: "Where are you?"

Jiang Ting stood upright, his face colder than ice.

"Hero|in is usually divided into opium, monoacetylmorphine,'No. 3'low-purity hero|in hydrochloride, and'No. 4'high-purity hero|in hydrochloride according to its purity. Usually comes It is said that the 98% content of **** on the market has reached the white|powder state, but it is very rare. The so-called high-purity products are basically yellow and sandy; as for the 99.9% or more "No. 5" pure purity that has been circulating recently Hero|Because no one has seen it at all."

Wen Shao grabbed Jiang Ting’s shoulder, pointed to the tray, and said: "It's right in front of you now."

Jiang Ting said hoarsely: "...Then you are really willing."

"I'm willing to give you this laboratory-grade pure diacetylmorphine for the rest of my life. How about it, are you still hesitating?"

All eyes are on here, all invisible hands are pushing him into the coldest abyss.

Jiang stopped opening his mouth, but didn't say anything. He whipped the air pressure back to his body with a silent gasp, like a knife scraping back and forth twisting his lungs into blood.

"...Okay." He finally uttered a word, hoarsely: "Then I will never leave you for the rest of my life."

Jiang Ting reached out and picked up the syringe, pulled out the plastic tube, and plunged the needle directly into his arm, and injected all his brain into the muscle!

Silence.

The air freezes, the world is still, and even time is stretched into an infinite moment——

The needle snapped to the ground. Jiang Ting raised his head shaking and looked at the king of spades, his blood rushing to his cheeks instantly.

"...hahaha," Wen Shao laughed, and then laughed out loud as if he couldn't stop, holding Jiang Ting's shoulders, smiling so much that he buried his face in the socket of his neck.

"What is this?" Jiang Ting tuned in at the end: "What is this?!"

"Hahahahahaha..."

Wen Shao couldn't speak with a smile, and finally raised his head after a long while, looking at Jiang Ting with an endless smile, jokingly: "High-protein nutrient."

Jiang Ting stood there stiffly, as if he had forgotten even blinking an eye.

"It's just a joke, you are too skinny, you need to add more nutrition." Wen Shao smiled and said: "No smoking is allowed next time, do you hear it?"

Jiang Ting was completely speechless, his knees couldn't stop softening, and his hands trembled slightly on his side. Wen Shao didn't care, and affectionately rubbed the sweaty hair on his forehead with his thumb to remove the sideburns, and then ordered the bodyguard to pick up the syringe on the ground that was thrown away by Qin Chuan: "Pick that up... give it to me, be careful ."

"This," he shook the syringe in front of Jiang Ting, and said with a smile: "This is the laboratory level."

Then he laughed and turned and walked towards the door of the hall.

Jiang Ting almost exhausted all his energy to force himself to stand still, only to see the bodyguards following up, but suddenly Wen Shao stopped again, and smiled back and said: "You said you won't leave me in this life. From now on, we will both live and die together-don’t forget!"

Jiang Ting said nothing, Wen Shao smiled and crossed the threshold.

·

"Big Brother," At this moment, Ajie brought people from the direction of the back mountain, and immediately walked a few steps to meet him, and said in a low voice: "The phone wreck was not found. The mountain stream is too big. I am going to let people go down. In one trip, carefully search for grass and stone cracks within a radius of six hundred square meters, and you must--"

Unexpectedly, the king of spades waved his hand and said, "No need."

"Big Brother?"

"We must leave immediately, and then the snow will cover the mountain later, and the buyer can't wait, and we will see you when we arrive."

Ajie nodded, and couldn't help asking: "That...has been tried?"

In fact, when he got out of the car just now, he had heard the report of the "test" that had happened in the hall, and saw the king of spades walking forward, and Ajie quickly followed.

"As I expected," the king of spades leisurely said, "even the reaction is similar."

Ajie frowned and said in doubt: "Is it my fault? Qin Chuan is the one who has the problem?"

The group of them walked towards the entrance of the village. From a distance, they saw "Ghost Seeing Sorrow" standing under the tree and explaining something to Qin Chuan. The latter's face that always seemed to be wearing a mask was not stretched, green and red Staggering is very exciting.

The king of spades seemed to be very interesting, and after a long time passed, he waved to Qin Chuan and greeted him. And Qin Chuan is worthy of being a talent. After the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, he also smiled, as if nothing had happened, and nodded politely.

"No, on the contrary." The king of spades looked at the vast gray sky ahead, and said lightly: "It is normal human nature to want to be rich, to be in power, and to become rich overnight. People who want to have weaknesses are not willing to inject. It just shows that there is no problem, Qin Chuan's behavioral logic is fluent."

Ajie was taken aback: "Na Jiang stopped..."

The king of spades didn't answer, and Yuzai walked forward, followed by a group of people mightily. The green fields in front of the village stretched out, and the poppy field made a rustling sound in the wind. He stood still in front of the ridge, stretched in the wind, and said, "Do you know what kind of people are the most difficult to get along with in this world?" "

Ajie thought for a while, "No desire, no desire?"

"No, I don't talk about material desires at all, but only pursue feelings."

Ajie is a little puzzled.

"Love desires life, evil desires death. Once love turns into evil, eighteen cows will not be able to pull it back...The more rigid and pure the emotion, the easier it is."

The bodyguards didn't follow as usual, sparsely lagging behind. Ajie seemed to understand a little bit, saw the K of Spades turned around and patted him on the shoulder, and said: "From today onwards, don't get out of Jiang Ting's side, don't let him be alone with anyone. And—"

Ajie swallowed.

"Don't give him any chance to touch you." The king of spades said lightly, "Go."

A Jie was a little bit silly, and he responded neatly and took people to the convoy for the final supplies and inspections.

The king of spades stood alone in the wind, looking at the boundless poppy fields, seeing from the extreme the barren and vast hills of the mountain, and a black spot passing by the stratus clouds farther away, vibrating at the end of the sky Winged bird.

He narrowed his eyes, no one knew what he was thinking.

The dark night outside the cave reverberated with long howls, distant and near, like wild beasts patrolling back and forth. He no longer remembers how long he was struggling with hunger, thirst and dizziness. The high fever made him twitch even when he was half awake and half awake; in a trance, he felt a refreshing liquid suddenly poured into his mouth, making him want to survive. He couldn't help swallowing, and after a few mouthfuls, the last drop of liquid swallowed into his throat.

"..."

Perhaps because his anxiety was temporarily relieved, he finally opened his eyes laboriously and heard crying in the dark, which was very quiet and very depressing, like a small animal shaking vigilantly in a nest.

"...you..."

The sobbing stopped suddenly, and the moonlight poured into Qinghui from the entrance of the hole. He saw his thin partner curled up to his side, shrugging his shoulders and burying his face in his knees.

"...Are you crying?"

The little boy immediately covered his mouth, straightened up, and shook his head vigorously.

He barely supported his arms, but couldn't raise his upper body, gave up after a few hard attempts, and lay on the ground and stretched out his hands.

The little boy immediately put his cold hand in his arms and pressed his body temperature tightly against it.

His hands are soft and white. Although they are covered with plaster after struggling to survive in the wilderness for several days, he knows that he has received meticulous care since he was a child. The little boy's hands were covered with various frostbite, scars and bloodstains, his arms were ageless and thin, and his elbows were stupefied with obvious bones.

The contrast is so clear, but when the hands of the two children are clasped together, they are unexpectedly harmonious.

As if they were born to hold each other so tightly.

"Are you afraid?"

The little boy hesitated for a while before he whispered: "Yeah."

"Afraid of death?"

At the junction of the moonlight and the shadow, broken light appeared in those big clear eyes again, and he shook his head for a long while.

He laughed: "Liar. Tell me, are you afraid of death?"

"..." The little boy finally said softly: "I'm afraid you will die..."

He was startled.

"As long as you survive...As long as you survive..." The sobbing sounded again, this time like a crash, no matter how hard you can bear, the little boy curled up beside his partner, crying vaguely and desperately over and over again : "I, I can die, it's okay for me, as long as you can survive—"

"As long as you can survive--"

The little boy hasn't dripped in for a long time. He went out to look for water when the sun was not strong at night. He carefully scooped up the water with a sunken stone. For fear that even a drop would be spilled, he would come back and feed the cave with a high fever. friend. His own lips were dry and chapped, and the blood condensed into purple and black at the corners of his mouth. When he cried, when he was moved, blood beads that were especially thick due to the extreme lack of water gush out again.

But the pain of tearing skin, compared with the strong begging contained in his voice, seemed to be totally unworthy.

How can people have such strong emotions? The nine-year-old Wen Shao thought as he heard the sound of crying.

Why would you rather die by yourself, and burn out the last bit of strength, and pray for your loved ones to survive?

He stretched out his other hand, trying to touch the little boy’s dark hair in the moonlight, but the years swirled and faded like a whirlpool, and after more than 20 years, the hand of the king of spades opened from the air. I slid over, my fingertips only touched the poppy swaying in front of my eyes.

The king of spades closed his eyes.

"I wish to remember a lover who will never change until death..."

"I love you, Yan Xiu, I hope you also become the unsurpassed winner."

"Yan Xiu!!"

"Then you shoot," Jiang Ting gritted his teeth again. He said: "Shoot, don't persuade."

……

The little boy crying for him in the cave has grown up. He stood up, as if he had heard something, turned around and ran out of the cave agilely, not turning his head even when there was a call from behind; he ran through the torrent of time and space, and came to the gray mountain stream of Yuanlong Gorge in winter. Hugging the embarrassed policeman, his eyes flashed with joy, pain, and love.

Then he stepped back and turned halfway, without hesitation, exposing his head under the red dot of the long-range sniper rifle.

The king of spades bit his teeth so tightly that his cheeks were so stiff and weird that he stopped timidly after a half step forward. After a long time, he finally raised his head, opened his eyes and took a deep breath, put his hand in his trouser pocket and grabbed a bag of powder.

A voice came from behind: "Big Brother."

"..."

As soon as the king of spades turned his head, Ajie lowered his head cautiously: "The team is ready and ready to go."

The off-road team preparing to cross the border was ready to go. In the distance, a thin figure familiar to him was being closely watched by the bodyguard, and he lowered his head into the back seat of the car.

The king of spades didn't move.

"...Big brother?"

After several minutes, Ajie, who was starting to be a little nervous, finally heard such a voice: "Okay."

He looked up strangely, but saw the king of spades take out a bag of things from his pocket and threw it far into the poppy field in the distance.

"That's..."

"Nothing," the king of spades said plainly, without letting him ask any more: "Let's go, go to Yaoshan."

The convoy moved slowly through the mountains and headed north.

Passing through the unspoiled noble and smoky southern Xinjiang, the border jungle where the bones of countless exiled students and jade dealers have been buried since ancient times; passing through the magnificent Xishuangbanna and the rolling sky and the Shu Road, under the sky and clouds , The huge Yaoshan group stands quietly on the top of the plain.

Countless police cars pierced the stars and pierced the moon, shining red and blue, and drove into this rugged mountain from the plain.

At the foot of Yaoshan Mountain.

Several police cars stopped in front of the county police station, and local leaders greeted them one after another. I saw that the jeep in the lead hadn’t stopped, a black-clothed criminal policeman had jumped out of the car, his skills were extremely agile, he took off his sunglasses with one hand, and looked up into the distance——

He is very tall, with deep eyebrows, and a tough face carved out of a wind knife and frost sword.

The looming dome of the mountain shrouded in the snow clouds is all reflected in the depths of his pupils.