"Old Liu, you know, things have been going wrong lately..."
"Dr. Bud, I, Old Liu, have never begged anyone in my life. I beg you, please sell it to me this time..."
In the corridor of the tube-shaped building, dim incandescent lights flickered. A bald man was nodding and bowing earnestly to a person hiding in the shadows behind a layer of anti-theft net, completely ignoring the two young men beside him who were holding homemade pistols and laughing at his ugly appearance.
The man in the shadow was startled, and realized that the other party seemed to have misunderstood his meaning, so he interrupted the other party's plea with a light cough:
"Lao Liu, I'm not saying I won't sell it to you, but I'm saying things are tense these days...
“It costs more!”
The bald man outside the door also fell into a brief silence after hearing this. He put the information coins he had prepared into the two-way drawer under the anti-theft net and looked at the man in the shadow with hope. He was responded with a contemptuous shake of his head.
"Old Liu, a lot of doctors have died recently. If you weren't a regular customer, I would have definitely gone into hiding..."
The man in the shadow said so.
This is of course pure nonsense. It is impossible for a black market doctor named Bud to put himself in danger just because of a poor old customer. He stayed here because the recent market conditions were very good.
Seeing this, the man quickly searched through his pockets from top to bottom.
He felt from his shirt to his trousers, from his dirty coat to the small hand-sewn pocket inside, but finally found nothing and fell into silence.
He gritted his teeth and cast his gaze towards his ring finger, where was a ring that was almost sunken into his skin and was gleaming with golden light.
He ripped the ring off his ring finger and threw it into the drawer with a crisp "ding" sound. The man seemed to have been drained of his last bit of strength and sat down against the wall beside him.
“Swish.”
The iron drawer was pulled to the other side of the wall with a sound of friction. The man in the shadows picked up the slightly dirty ring with a bit of disgust, took out a pair of small pliers and clamped it hard, then carefully observed the color of the cross-section.
“Swish.”
The metal drawer was pushed out, and the man quickly stood up and looked inside. He saw a package of white powder in a small plastic bag lying quietly inside.
The man grabbed the thing with trembling hands and left the door at the end of the corridor amid the two guards' undisguised sneers and contempt.
His pace quickened, and he couldn't wait to go back home to enjoy himself, but he didn't expect to bump into a hooded man just after turning a corner.
Even though he was walking so fast that he didn't look at the road, he still showed a ferocious expression, cursed, and continued walking downstairs.
The hooded man completely ignored his threats, and only opened his palm after the man turned the corner again, looking at the powder lying quietly inside and laughing out loud.
For a guy like this who is already unconscious, it is easy to succeed just by snapping your fingers.
He turned the corner and walked straight to the end of the corridor where two guards were guarding.
"Stop! What are you doing here?"
A young man raised his gun vigilantly, as if he would shoot the man if he took another step forward.
"Come and sell something."
A slightly younger voice said.
"What are you selling?"
"Of course, we're selling something new...something good."
Upon hearing this, the young man put the muzzle of his gun down. "Fresh" was a code word. After all, there were only a few fresh things that could be sold on the black market. If he accidentally shot something, his salary would be deducted.
At this time, the man on the other side of the security door couldn't help but feel secretly happy when he heard that there was business coming. He heard that many black market doctors had been killed by a killer recently, and several of his students were no exception. Therefore, naturally, only he could do this kind of business now.
Since there are no competitors, prices can naturally be pushed down.
However, as the hooded man got closer, the corners of Old Bud's mouth slowly fell. This man...
Something is wrong.
He is so calm!
As an old doctor who has been immersed in this field for more than 30 years, there are at least 2,000 people who come to Dr. Bud to ship their goods. He is very familiar with the steps of human beings when they are about to face fear.
Most of those people were pretending to be calm. If you looked carefully and listened carefully, you could feel their bodies shaking. They couldn't even walk in a straight line, just like drunkards.
The man in front of him was a little too calm, so calm that even Bud's sixth sense detected something was obviously wrong.
Suddenly, an idea that seemed absurd but was actually very possible appeared in Bud's mind -
Could it be that the doctor killer has arrived?
Thinking of this, Bard's face quickly turned pale, and he ordered loudly:
“Shoot! Shoot!”
Are you kidding? Why should we worry about whether the goods will be damaged? Bud can clearly distinguish between a full meal and a full meal.
“Puff! Puff!”
Bud was responded by two strange muffled sounds, and the two young men with guns at the door seemed to have heard nothing he said.
Bud looked at the two men and saw that their bodies were shaking slightly. Then they fell to the ground, holding their chests and struggling.
The man wearing a black hood had already arrived in front of the security door.
As the two young men fell down with unwilling looks on their faces, the hooded man's entire face was already pressed against the anti-theft net above the metal drawer.
The dim light flickered, and Bud, with a pale face, only saw a white mask with a smile on it pasted on the anti-theft net less than a meter in front of him.
The masked man in black made a gentle voice:
"Excuse me, are you Mr. Budd?"
"I, I'm not..."
Bud made a final struggle, trying to escape into a room further inside while feebly arguing.
"Don't move. If you move, you will die."
The voice of the masked man in black suddenly turned cold.
As we all know, old people are always afraid of cold. Bud, who was already over 50 years old, couldn't stand the sudden cold. His body suddenly froze in place, and he didn't know whether to leave or stay.
"Dr. Bud, do you know Dr. Li and Dr. Valk? They are both well-known doctors in the eastern part of the outer city."
The voice asked calmly.
Bud nodded.
How could he not recognize them? These two were his favorite students. After learning all the tricks from him, they went to a few blocks away to expand their business. They would send him some fresh goods during festivals. They were simply the epitome of high emotional intelligence.
However, the other party's opening remarks inevitably made Bud feel a little uneasy.
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