Chapter 1： : Chinese!

Poland. Warsaw!

Located in the middle of the European continent, the mild climate attracts tourists from all over the world to come here to enjoy the impact of the waves, seagulls and various seabirds hovering in the sky, or leaning lazily on dead trees boldly looking at tourists, but Also, their bird droppings really stink.

An Asian with a height of nearly 187cm was struggling to push a popsicle cart along the coast. His face was covered with sweat from the scorching sun. His bronze skin exuded a masculine look, and his long black hair hung down to his shoulders. It looks quite artistic.

"OMG! Damn it, you overwhelmed my castle." Suddenly, at this moment, a black child appeared in front of the popsicle cart, pointed at the shapeless rotten sand on the ground and said, after staring at the other party, he twisted He complained too much and shouted, "Dad, someone bullied me."

Four or five black men who were playing beach volleyball not far away dropped the ball and ran over quickly. The leader's bare upper body was tattooed with a famous quote from "The Godfather": "Painis not so irreparable as death (pain is not so irreparable as death!

He touched the head of the black child, and looked at the Asian with unkind eyes.

"I'm sorry sir, I didn't mean it." The Asian's dry lips trembled, and his voice was a little hoarse, "I invite you to eat a popsicle." "Crack!" With a sound, one hand was pressed on the refrigerator, and the black man opened his mouth, revealing his big white teeth, "50 zlotys!"

blackmail?

In 1991, 50 zlotys was his food for two days.

According to the exchange rate: 100 RMB is roughly equal to 50 zlotys.

The Asian stared into each other's eyes, and lip-synced, "NO!"

When the black man saw that he was not cooperating, several people gathered around, intending to give him some color. On the beach in Warsaw, fighting was as common as drinking water. His eyes gradually turned cold, and he gritted his teeth, as long as the other party dared to make a move, he would directly call on his forehead.

fight?

Are you still called a man if you haven't fought?

"Hey!"

A frivolous whistle naturally wiped out the tense atmosphere on both sides. Everyone looked in the direction of the sound, and saw a middle-aged policeman walking over, with his left hand down his hat, and his right hand casually With a wave, he just revealed the pistol in his crotch, "Gentlemen, do you want to go in and pick up soap?"

"You wait for me!" The black man pointed at the Asians unwillingly, turned his head and left, they couldn't stand the investigation, most of the blacks in Warsaw came here illegally, if they entered the police station, they would be deported, just now Who wants to go back to that dirty "hometown" when they come to "heaven"?

"Thank you, Officer Smith."

"You're welcome, Don, do you need help?" Smith shrugged, looked at the stuck popsicle cart, pulled it out of the sandpit with both hands, and clapped his hands, "I need you to sell it for you." ?"

Tang Dao shook his head, looked at the old-fashioned watch on which the second hand did not move, and said lightly, "Today is the anniversary of my parents' death. I will go to the cemetery later."

Smith was startled when he heard the words, and then a little sadness flashed in his eyes, and he tried his best to say, "Then...then I will go with you."

Tang Dao glanced at him from the corner of his eye, did not speak, and let the other party help him push the popsicle cart into the small storage room by the beach. After changing his clothes, he got in Missy's classic car, bought two bouquets of flowers, and came to the National cemetery, where teachers, soldiers, doctors, and beggars lie.

Perhaps, for all industries, only death is fair.

Walking into the cemetery, you can see people sitting in twos and threes in front of the tombstone, whispering to the dead. Tang Dao naturally walked to a cemetery in a corner. The tombstone is very new. The epitaph on it reads: "Here, lie down The best policeman in Warsaw, Bruce Tang and his wife."

Smith put the flowers in front of the tombstone, took off his police cap, and bowed his head in silence for a few minutes, "Your father is a hero. The United States will never forget him, and neither will Warsaw. Award him the Medal of Heroes."

"Is this what you mean?" Tang Dao took out a medal from his pocket and padded it a few times, "How much is it worth?"

"Don! This is an honor your father bought with his life, not with money..."

"But it caused an excellent Stanford student to drop out because he couldn't afford the tuition, and because of it, a child lost his parents and has no source of income. To me, it is like scrap metal." Tang Dao was suddenly emotional, Red eyes interrupted the other party directly, "Why are they? Why aren't you lying inside?"

Smith bowed his head, and after a moment of silence, said, "I'm sorry."

Tang Dao's chest heaved rapidly, and he was holding the hero medal tightly. The sharp corners easily pierced his hand, and blood flowed. After taking a deep look at the tombstone, he turned his head and left, leaving Smith alone in the wind.

…

"Bring me a whiskey."

Tang Dao pushed aside and sat in front of the counter, taking the few five-dollar bills in his pocket, the stinky face of Abraham Lincoln on it was disgusting.

The bartender looked at it with a little disgust, and went to exchange it without saying much, and it was on the table in a few minutes. Tang Dao seemed to be drinking boiling water, and poured it with his head held up. The bartender's eyes stared straight at this scene, except Except for a few Russians who frequented the west side of town, this was the first time he had seen an Asian drinking whiskey like this.

Aren't they very reserved?

Is God crazy?

"Cough, cough, cough..." Tang Dao bent over and coughed violently, leaning on the table, his face flushed, he pushed away the bartender who was about to help, his eyes were staring, he was confused, what should he do in the future?

In fact, he has always had a secret, he...lived the second life!

In his last life, he lived to the age of 72 without doing anything, and was finally found frozen to death on the streets of California.

But in this life, he lived until the day his parents had an accident, but it was too late to stop him...

That damned God always likes to treat people's hopes as cigarette butts on the ground, bringing you hope and giving you despair!

"Could it be that you asked me to start all over again just to feel the pain?" With a trembling body and a low sob, he vented the resentment of the two lifetimes on Smith. If his parents hadn't died, then his later life would be like this ?

Successfully Graduated Stanford Students!

With an annual income of at least PLN 150,000, enter the middle class!

And now?

He is not even eligible for Polish unemployment benefits!

Tang Dao's chest was full of depression, and only whiskey could relieve it.

He was drunk alone in the whole bar, and he didn't know how many glasses he had drunk. His footsteps were weak, and when he was about to get up, two men suddenly rushed in at the door, knocked down a few guests very rudely, and cursed , "Go away!"

One of them seemed to be injured vaguely, clutching his stomach, his face pale.

The bartender was puzzled. Just as he was about to walk over, four or five people rushed in, wearing suits, sunglasses, and holding a dash! Seeing those two people, they didn't say anything, and fired a burst of fire first, but no matter what the accidental injury was.

Shootout!

"Shit!" Tang Dao's bladder trembled, almost **** in fright, holding his head like a wild dog, hiding under the counter with hands and feet, and the red wine worth hundreds or even thousands of zlotys on the rear wine cabinet was caught The beating was smashed, and the liquid was like blood on the ground.

"OMG, OMG!" And there was a freckled waiter hiding under the counter, trembling with a silver cross in his hand, his voice was trembling, when he saw Tang Dao, his pupils shrank, scared It was like a spring was installed on the buttocks, and he wanted to stand up straight away. His forehead hit the wooden board above, and his face was distorted due to the pain.

"Shhh..." Tang Dao put his index finger between his lips and said lightly, feeling a little heat in his crotch, and his face stiffened. Could it be that he was scared to pee?

He's not thick-skinned enough to reach out and touch in front of others...

He just moved his **** in embarrassment, but suddenly he felt that the gunfire stopped?

Tang Dao bravely raised his head slowly. First of all, he saw that the two people who broke in before were already lying in a pool of blood, with two pistols lying beside them, and those murderers had long since disappeared...

"Gulu..."

Tang Dao swallowed his saliva. This was the second time he saw the corpse. His scalp was still a little numb, but his eyes were gradually attracted by the pistol. He pursed his mouth. In the past, he directly picked up a Cobra revolver produced by Colt Company. The muzzle was still a little hot, but he didn't care. He stuffed it directly into his clothes and hid under the small table next to him, which is also in this bar. There were few people, and the lights were dim, and no one saw what he was doing.

"Wooooo..." At this time, the unique low-frequency alarm of the Polish police sounded at the door. It must be said that the security system in Warsaw is still very strict. It took only five minutes before and after this. There were a total of eight policemen in two police cars wearing body armor. He rushed in with a Glock 42 pistol, and one of the black policemen, who was tall and thick, spoke disgusting dialect English, "Get down, everyone get down, and put your hands on your heads."

In Poland, you must listen to the police, otherwise...they can say that you are threatening their lives with your thoughts. This is a good lesson from the Yankees.

Tang Dao consciously lay down on his stomach and raised his hand high, but the revolver in his clothes was a little flustered,

…

After the follow-up support came, everyone in the bar was allowed to stand up, and almost every question was repeated several times. Perhaps because Tang Dao was Asian, the questioning of him was particularly sharp.

"where do you live?"

"Conway Street."

"What occupation do you do? Waiter? Foot cleaner? Or..." The questioning white male policeman stopped the pen in his hand, and his eyes were a little teasing, "Thethief?"

Tang Dao clenched his fists suddenly, his face flushed, he raised his head suddenly, and asked, "Sir, are you discriminating?"

The voice was loud, and it naturally attracted the attention of everyone around.

"Hey, what's the matter with Jackson?" A bald man wearing a second-level superintendent turned his head and frowned and asked, his hands couldn't help touching his waist.

"It's okay." Jackson yelled back, closed the notebook, and leaned forward aggressively, "You are insulting the professional ethics of the Warsaw police. Now, squat on the ground for me! Immediately, immediately!"

Tang Dao's breathing gradually accelerated, and the Polish man's eyes were disgusting!

I really wanted to punch this bastard's nose crookedly, but my only rationality told him not to do that. After all, the Polish policeman is a well-known legal murderer. He squatted down with his head in his arms When he got down, a strong sense of humiliation instantly surrounded him.

Falk!

Jackson is very satisfied with Tang Dao's eyes. The Chinese in Conway Street and the blacks in the southern community should look at white people with this kind of "respect".

This is Poland!

"Now follow me back to the police station for investigation..."

"Jackson" just as the other party was about to handcuff Tang Dao, he saw Smith running over panting, swallowing his saliva in embarrassment, grabbing Jackson's wrist, and looking at Tang Dao, "He is from our Warsaw Police Department. His father is Bruce Tang."

Jackson frowned, and a slightly thin figure appeared in his mind, the one who was often used as a handyman in the police station... Chinese?

"He's blocking..."

"His father is a hero and has already died." Smith interrupted the other party directly, and stared back unceremoniously. The two watched for tens of seconds. Jackson put the handcuffs back on his waist with a dark face, turned and left .

"Don't worry about this Mexican descendant, Tang, are you okay?" Smith asked worriedly as he supported Tang Dao.

Tang Dao looked at the deep worry in the other party's wrinkled eye bags, panicked, pulled out his hand vigorously, waved it, and said in a hoarse voice, "I...I'm going back. UU Reading " After finishing speaking , almost fled in a panic, and almost tripped under his feet.

Seeing the thin figure disappearing into the darkness, Smith sighed helplessly.

…

Conway Street, a small two-story western-style building.

The darkness of the night was reflected on the bed from the window, and a figure could be seen shaking his head unconsciously, with tight brows and shortness of breath, as if suffering from a dream.

"Dad! Mom..."

Tang Dao suddenly opened his eyes in horror, sat up as if a spring had been installed, his chest heaved, the cold sweat on his forehead was a little cold under the moonlight, he rubbed his temples, a little swollen, and stretched out his hand to touch the skin on the head of the bed. Drinking the water glass, he sipped his mouth lightly, and suppressed the abnormally beating heart in his chest.

Just now, he had a nightmare again. He dreamed that the bullet passed through the skulls of his parents, and both of them fell into a pool of blood. This scene has been circling in his mind for a long time. Sometimes, Tang Dao even needs sleeping pills to fall asleep. According to the Chinese Community Doctor In other words: "stimulating mental tension."

If left untreated, there may be a series of sequelae, including depression or irritability (full of aggression).

Tang Dao shook his head and wanted to go to the bathroom. As soon as he lifted the quilt and put it on it, the dark brown coat fell to the ground, and a revolver fell out. He was too nervous, and the shooting made him a little nervous. Slightly forgetful, even forgot that he "stealed" a revolver, bent down with a little effort, picked up the gun, and suddenly, a piece of information flashed in his mind.

"Name: Cobra Revolver."

"Manufacturer: Colt."

"Date of manufacture: 1986."

"Official price: $240!"

"Black market prices in other regions: France..., Germany..., South Africa..."