Chapter 5 Chapter 4

When I left the Thai gun gang, I only had two guns. If there is no money, of course I will use these two guns to find money. Originally, I wanted to use these two guns to rob all the way across the Thai-Myanmar border and go to Myanmar to see if there was any chance to refresh my spirits, but it was strange to say that when I ran out of money, I couldn't force myself to use a gun Press the head of any unlucky guy and force him to spit out the money.This is not my style of making money, and probably not the style of the "previous me" making money. I still don't understand the root of some kind of compulsion.

Now that having two guns is the same as not having one, I started thinking about being a rock singer again. There are a lot of bad road bars all along the road, and eight out of ten have singers in there every night, some of them are OK, but only OK, most of them are terrible.Those third-rate singers saw that most of the drinkers were just here to discuss business and find women with their dicks. They refused to sing the first song with heart and no professionalism at all. The more casually those singers sang , Of course, those drinkers just listened casually, and the two hit it off, it was terrible.

If I can hold a microphone and play half a rock song on the stage, it is guaranteed to refresh the spirits of those guests who have been paralyzed by alcohol.I prepared a few songs, I really prepared a few songs.Now that I'm at the end of my rope, it's great that if I don't find the courage to go up to the bar counter and ask if the place needs a real singer, I'll starve to death on the side of the road. Of course I won't let myself starve to death by the side of the road, I think the best time to debut is now. Just when I was worrying about which song I should choose as the first song in the audition singing scene, the money came.

At that time, I may have already stepped into Burma, or not, in short, it is not far.Three street gangsters with bats and knives pushed me into a dark alley, ordered me to take off my coat in Burmese with a mixed Thai accent, and then took out all the money on my body.Nothing new. "I have no money." I tried to be as sincere as possible. "Are you kidding us?" A man stared wide-eyed, holding a bat in his palm. I don't have any money, and I'm not kidding, but I happen to have two guns, so I take them out and kill them all.Although I didn't have many bullets left, I couldn't help using a few more rounds.

I was no longer a good person, so of course I stuffed all the money from them, who were also not good people, into my pocket, and my heart finally felt at ease.I'm glad I must have never been a bully before, so I can't do low-level things like robbery now, but I'm happy to kill the idiot who robbed me for my next dinner, no matter what angle it is It's all fair. In fact, there is a contradiction in this, I know.If I am happy to shoot and kill people, I can stay with Mr. Ni. When he eradicates the dirty killers who are different from him, if he is lucky not to die, it can be called a stable life.

But I really don't like that kind of...how should I put it?I really don't like the feeling of being someone's younger brother more and more.Just because I didn't like it, I left.But now, in order to make a living, I am waiting for people who want to rob me to appear, so that I have a chance to kill them with a gun, which is not much better in comparison, hahaha. Fortunately, the law and order on the Thai-Myanmar border is very bad, there are dragons and snakes everywhere, and no one cares about the death of a few gangsters in the dark alleys. I am so fucking lucky.I wandered there for three days and got robbed a total of eleven times. Finally, before I ran out of bullets, I found a black market seller who specialized in dirty deals. I was able to stay there for a week and became a local favorite The plague god of gangsters who rob in dark alleys.

Yes, I admit that I put singing aside for the time being. After all, it is one thing for me to like to sing rock, but it is another thing for me to ask to be a rock singer. Now my stomach is full and I am at the end of my rope The days are far away from me, and I have to think about being a singer-in-residence. It’s probably the fifteenth day or the sixteenth day, I think I’m ready, I’m going to sing my favorite and surest The Scarecrow during the interview, in order to make myself look more rock and roll, I still Waiting two extra days made the stubble on my face look even more decadent. In the end, I chose a bar with a "recruited singer" handwriting board pasted on the door. Well, it seems that no one is queuing up to apply for singing, and there are no singers on the stage who are abusing everyone's ears. I think I can stay at the bar. Let's prepare for a while, so that I won't be too nervous to perform well later.

Seriously, if something went wrong, I'd probably pull out my gun and shoot everyone in the bar, and that's not what I'd like to see happen. As I was looking around, a woman who looked like a whore offered me a drink. "You don't look like a person from here." The woman who looked like a prostitute deliberately made a pose. "What do you mean?" I noticed a bright red lip mark on the wine glass.her. It was a beautiful lip shape, but it's a pity that the woman who looked like a whore had a long scar that couldn't be ignored.In fact, because the scar is so eye-catching, before I invited me to drink, I noticed her sitting in a corner drinking silently. She must have noticed me for a long time...noticing that I have been silently looking at every possibility in the bar. The one who robbed me.

"You seem to be looking for something." The whore-like woman looked at me sweetly and continued, "But here, no one is looking for anything." "...Why do you always say some very profound things, I don't understand." I drank the glass of wine in one gulp, and said hehe: "Aside from money, I just want to find a good place to sleep." "Just sleep with me tonight, anyway, I'm unlucky today, I don't have any guests." "So I'm lucky?" I smiled, and it turned out to be a prostitute. I kill people, how can I have the nerve to talk about morality with people?Whores want to buy me drinks, I gulp, whores want me to fuck her, I go to her crappy apartment and fuck her.Forget about applying for a singer tonight.

But whores don't take clients, they're still a whore, so I fuck her with no emotion, poke her, use her, and she doesn't complain, and patiently handles all my frantic needs.I fell asleep directly on her boobs filled with cheap silicone after ejaculation, after all I haven't slept in a decent bed in ages, with boobs. When I woke up I saw her playing with my gun.I mean, those two guns. "I didn't expect you to be such a ruthless character." The prostitute looked at the gun with a smile, showing no fear. "I am." I felt the sunlight behind the curtains was a bit harsh.

"Several gangsters have been shot and killed recently. Is it related to you?" "It has nothing to do with you." The prostitute placed two guns on the dressing table casually, stood up and pressed them on my waist.At this time, I finally got a clear look at her appearance, and removed the scar that stretched from the left ear all the way down to the corner of the mouth. This prostitute's face is very good, and there is a bit of Thai-Chinese mixed race exotic style, which can be called a beauty . "It's my treat this time." I generously pressed her down. "I can really talk." The prostitute laughed wildly. We did it again.And then again. I decided to get some more sleep after I was done, and so did she.Whores don't have much to do in broad daylight anyway. It was probably dusk until she sucked on my nipples and woke me up comfortably.She is really good at it. "Hey, do you want a real job?" She bit. "What job?" I raked her hair with my fingers, stroking the scar on her face. "Every day there are women sleeping, drinking, and good jobs where people can vent their anger." "I'm not interested in sleeping with you every day." I'm serious, it's better to speak clearly. "That's not a problem at all." She giggled. Later I found out that the prostitute who entertained me and asked me to entertain her back was called Sister Lan.