Chapter 88 chapter eight

They walked along the corridor, overlooking the restaurant and dance floor.The band played lively jazz.Along with the music, the smell of food and cigarette smoke wafted upwards.The corridor is set up very high, and the scene below is vivid, as if overlooking the lens of a camera. The bald banker opened a door in the corner of the corridor and entered without looking back.A blond youth named Nicky followed him.Drews and Roncin Ray followed. There was a short corridor ahead, and the ceiling was glowing with a frosty white light.The door at the end looked like it was plated with metal.The banker stretched out a round finger to ring the doorbell by the door, and the way of pressing was some kind of signal.Suddenly there was a "squeak" sound, like the sound of an elevator door opening.The dealer pushed with his hand, and the door opened.

Inside is a comfortable room, and the rest room is used for office.There is a fireplace and a green leather sofa in the right corner of the room, facing the door.Sitting on the sofa was a man of short stature, with a round head and a round face, which was a little dark and tense.The small black eyes are dull and lifeless, like two jet buttons.Seeing us coming in, he put down the newspaper in his hand, raised his head, and his face suddenly turned blue-gray.In the center of the room was a large table, at which stood a tall man holding a cocktail shaker.He turned his head slowly, glanced over his shoulder, and scanned the four of us, still shaking the shaker gracefully.His face was uneven, his eyes sunken, his pale gray skin was slack, and his red hair was cut short, dull and unparted.There is a thin cross-shaped scar on the left cheek.

The tall man put down the shaker, turned around, and stared at the dealer.The man on the couch didn't move.But the heart is up and down. "I think it's a robbery, but there's nothing I can do about it, they settled Big George," said the dealer. The blond youth smiled happily, took his .45 pistol out of his pocket, and pointed it at the floor. "He thinks it's just robbery," he said. "If it was robbery, would you live?" Drews closed the heavy door.Ronsine Ray walked away from him to the side of the room away from the fire.Drews didn't look at her, the man on the couch looked at her, at everyone.

Drews said softly, "The tall one is Zapadi, and the short one is Maurpeth Parisi." The blond youth moved to one side of the room, leaving the dealer standing alone in the middle of the room.Watch the man on the couch with the .45 pistol. "Yes, I'm Zapadi," said the tall one.He looked at Drews curiously for a moment. Then he turned away, picked up the shaker again, uncorked it, and poured a shallow glass.He drank the wine, wiped his mouth with a green handkerchief, and carefully put the handkerchief back into his breast pocket, revealing a triangle. Drews squeezed out a cold smile, and stroked his left eyebrow with his index finger.The right hand is in the jacket pocket.

"Nicky and I just put on a little drama," he said, "so that if we don't have a good chat, people out there will know we came in to see you." "Sounds interesting," Zapadi chimed in. "Why do you want to see me?" "Tell me about the gas truck you took people on," Drucker said. The person on the sofa trembled suddenly, and his hands bounced off his legs, as if he had been stung by something.The blond youth said: "Don't move... Yes, it's better not to move, Mr. Parisi, be careful, I'll shoot you." Parisi settled down again, and put her hands back on his stubby thighs.

Zapadi opened his eyes slightly. "Gas cart?" With a little confusion in his tone, Drews walked forward to the center of the room, and stood firmly not far from the dealer.His gray eyes had a peaceful gleam, but his face was tired, a face that was no longer young. He said, "Maybe someone pushed it on you, Zapadi, but I don't think so. I'm talking about a blue Lincoln, license plate 5A6, with a tank of Nevada gas in the front seat. To execute killers." Zapadi swallowed, his thick Adam's apple wriggling back and forth.Pucker up your lips, then draw back, pucker up again.

The man on the couch laughed out loud as if he was entertaining himself alone. A voice from outside the room said sharply, "Blonde, put the gun down, and the others put up their hands." Drews looked towards the door, a gun appeared in the crack of the door, a hand, but no one.The light in the room shone on the hand and the gun. The gun appeared to be pointed at Longsing Ray."Okay," Drews said, quickly raising his empty hands. The blond young man said: "This should be Big George—it was pretended just now, ready to go." He had no choice but to let go of his hand and let the .45 pistol fall to the front floor.

Parisi quickly got up from the couch and drew a gun from under his arm.Zapadi also took a left-handed pistol from the desk drawer and said in the direction of the door, "Get out, stay outside." The door clicked shut, and Zapadi nodded to the bald banker, who hadn't moved at all since entering the room. "Go back to work, Louis, and win more." The dealer nodded, turned and left the room, closing the door carefully. Ronsine Ray laughed, foolishly.She put her hands up and pulled up the collar around her throat, as if it was cold in the room.But there was a stove in the house, and the windows were closed, so it was very warm.

Parisi whistled, walked quickly to Drews, put the gun in his face, and pushed his head back.With his left hand he searched Drews's pocket, took out a Colt, felt his armpits again, turned behind him, felt his hips, came forward again. He stepped back a little and smashed the butt of his gun into Drews' face.Drews stood firmly, but moved his head slightly. Parisi hit him again in the same place on the face.Blood trickled slowly down Drews' cheekbones, his head shook and his knees began to give way.He fell slowly, propped his left hand on the ground, and shook his head.He crouched, his legs bent.His right hand hangs limply beside his left foot.

Zapati said: "That's enough, Morpeth. Don't be impatient. You're still alive for questions." Longsing Ray laughed again, silly.She swayed along the wall, propping herself up with one hand. Parisi took a deep breath and walked away from Drews with a satisfied smile on her round dark face. "I've been waiting a long time for this moment," he said. As he walked away from Drews to about six feet away, something dimly glowing seemed to slip out of Drews' left trouser leg and into his hand.There was a sharp "crack" and a small green flame fell to the floor.Parisi's head rocked back.A hole was shot through the jaw.Blood spurted out.His hands went limp, two guns slipped out of his hands, his body began to shake, and finally fell heavily to the ground.

"Damn it!" said Zapadi, raising his revolver. Roncin Ray screamed and flew at Zapadi - dragged him, punched and kicked him, screamed. The revolver fired twice, and the bullets hit the wall, sending plaster flying everywhere. Ronsine Ray finally fell to the ground, on his hands and feet, his long, slender legs hanging limply out of his skirts. The blond youth knelt down to pick up his .45 pistol and shouted, "She took that bastard's gun!" Zappadi stood with his hands empty and his face horrified.There is a long red scratch on the back of the right hand.His revolver lay on the floor beside Longsing Ray.He looked panicked and looked at the ground in disbelief. Parisi suddenly coughed on the ground, and then remained motionless. Drews stood up.The Mauser in his hand is like his toy. "Be careful outside the door, Nicky..." he said, his voice seemed to come from far away. There was silence outside the door, no sound at all.Zapadi stood by the table in panic, transfixed. Drews bent down and stroked Ronsine Ray's shoulder, "Are you okay? Baby?" She moved her legs, stood up, and looked down at Parisi lying on the ground.The body was still trembling with fear. "I'm sorry, baby," Drews said softly, "I think I misunderstood you." He took out the handkerchief from his pocket, moistened his lips, and then gently wiped his left cheek, looking at the blood on the handkerchief . Nicky said: "I guess Big George went to bed again, I was stupid for not giving him a bullet." Drews nodded slightly, and said, "Yeah, the whole scene sucks. Where's your hat and coat, Mr. Zapadi? We want you to go for a drive with us."