Chapter 13 Chapter 12

Early the next morning, I silently boarded the train and went to another town to prepare the guys I needed. The Thailand-Myanmar border has an advantage, "chaotic". The definition of law is changing all the time, the strong are responsible for making the law and the weak are responsible for accepting it. In fact, no one really cares about the law, everyone only cares about the price. As long as you can afford it and be patient, even the weirdest things will have a price tag on you. I found a few arms dealers who specialize in the guerrilla business and chatted casually, and took the conversation away. In less than three days, I found an arms dealer who specialized in the rebel guerrilla business.

With a lot of money, I bought some grenades and flares, and two military-spec automatic pistols.Then I went to the mountains to try it out for a day, so as not to get my hands dirty when I was actually going to do it.All good stuff, no duds.I'm a little sorry, but in order not to leak any clues, in the end I secretly killed the two arms dealers who sold me.This is my fault. You ask me, how can I be sure to carry out such an astonishing assassination of gang bosses on the Thai-Myanmar border by myself?I don't know how to explain it, I just feel like I can do it... more likely I just feel like it's okay if I can't.

But fate is so funny. On the morning when I was about to sneak back to kill the five gang bosses, I was eating hot porridge with my legs crossed on a park chair in front of the train station, and I accidentally saw the newspaper under my buttocks.The horrifying headline photo attracted me, hell, really hell—in the town I came from, all the prostitutes with scars on their faces were killed overnight. dead. I can't believe it, it's just too funny. I only went out for a few days, and I didn't say that I would never come back. How could the group of prostitutes I usually cover suffer?Even if those gangs see me as an eyesore and want to get rid of me, they shouldn't touch those whores, right?

The correct order should be to kill me, and then snatch those whores over to help them make money. After all, if they didn't count on those whores, they would have no reason to fight me.So what the hell is going on now?Kill all those prostitutes who spread their legs and print money?Who benefits from doing so? One newspaper wasn't enough, I bought all the different papers that day to research what was going on. Usually, the gang fires on the Thai-Myanmar border are not very news, and the killing of prostitutes is not a big deal, but the bodies of those prostitutes with scars who were killed overnight were thrown on the street and piled up like dead pigs. Finally, it jumped onto the headlines of all newspapers' social pages.

The headline reads: "Retaliatory massacre? The corpses of prostitutes with scars pile up like mountains!" "Suspected revenge, prostitutes are slaughtered in the street!" There are also descriptions of unnamed witnesses, probably a group of crying and screaming prostitutes were gathered and thrown into the street, and then unknown gangs shot at them with automatic rifles, like an execution. As for the exact reason, witnesses are also clueless. Whatever the reason, the point is, those whores are dead. I don’t remember how many prostitutes I had in the small town, after all, I joined a lot of them at random, but I saw the pile of corpses in the newspaper, the number... Probably, maybe, maybe, almost, almost, All the scarred prostitutes I know are in that pile of corpses, right?Jumping blue sister, Xiaobing Taozi, Aunt Xuexue, little idiot, Bowa, big milk, fat girl, A Shui, Azhen, Ayin, Alu, and a lot of women must all be in there, right?

"call!" I suddenly felt a relief on my shoulders, no matter what reason they were killed, it has nothing to do with me. Only the fate of the living would have to be involved. When you die, nothing counts. I'm glad I don't have to go back to town and sneak around and take out the gang bosses.To be honest, although I am very confident, maybe I will really miss and die, after all, what I want to move is a bunch of rotten hooligans!Now there will be no accidents, and the super awesome invincible stick is simply top-notch! Strange to say, my tears kept falling out. Damn!I must have missed that red guitar.

The red guitar that symbolizes my rock and roll dreams has probably been destroyed by those bastards in the chaos. Hey, hey, hey, hey, that's my very precious guitar. At the beginning, I was so serious about styling it, I painted it myself, and imagined that I could play the guitar and painted it all afternoon.My tears kept falling, hell I never realized I loved that guitar so much. As painful as it was, I didn't immediately go out and buy a new one painted in my favorite flame red.I know that guitar is irreplaceable, and replacing the old with a new one too soon is a betrayal.The only thing I can do is to let myself cry all the time, and I can only cry all the time.

I didn't go back to town to see if the guitar was still there. For a while, I even forgot what shape the red flame on that guitar was...