From arms dealer to king of war

The Bronx, the northernmost borough in New York.

Qiao Jia got out of the car, said goodbye to the 'Jackal', pressed the car key in his hand and found a low-key black Chevrolet Malibu prepared by Thompson for himself...

After confirming the condition of the vehicle, Qiao Jia, who had already changed into a pair of common jeans and a jacket, and a peaked cap on his head, turned and walked to the door of the apartment, took out the key and opened the door of the apartment.

After walking in, I gave up on the small and pitiful elevator and went up to the third floor through the smelly corridor.

Most of the people living in the Bronx are new immigrants or the descendants of immigrants, including blacks, Mexicans, Puerto Ricans, South Americans, and some Asians from Southeast Asia.

Qiao Ga climbed up to the third floor and found the apartment arranged by Thompson. Just as he was about to open the door, he heard the noisy apartment door behind him being opened.

A smell of inferior perfume rushed into Qiao Jia's nose, and then a panicked voice shouted: "Let me go, you fat pig..."

"Hey, bitch, I gave you money. If you don't help me solve the problem, you'll get out of the apartment tomorrow."

Qiao Jia pushed open the door of the apartment and walked into the apartment to close the door. When he looked back, he saw a mixed-race Asian girl forcefully breaking away from an old Mexican man's hand and shouting loudly: "I would rather go." Even if I sleep on the street, I don’t want to look at your butt, you fat pig..."

As the mixed-race girl walked towards the stairs of the apartment, she glanced at Qiao Jia. After muttering a few words, she quickened her pace and hurried up the stairs.

The old Mexican man was only wearing a pair of shorts and a vest. He glared at Joga who was parked behind the door and cursed: "What are you looking at, you yellow-skinned monkey? Have you passed the physical examination? I will do a background check tomorrow." , or you can get out of here too."

Qiao Jia had never rented a house in the United States. Hearing what the old Mexican man said, he was stunned for a moment, then shook his head slightly, and looked left and right in the aisle...

After confirming that there were no cameras inside the low-cost apartment, Qiao Jia drew a gun and pointed it at the old man's head, made a silent gesture, and then walked into the room holding his head.

Under the horrified eyes of the old Mexican man, Qiao Jia raised his foot and closed the door of the room, then tapped his head with the M9 with a silencer, touched the fake beard on his lips, and said with a smile: "You look like I'm very angry, come on, lie down on the bed and I'll show you..."

The old Mexican man knelt on the ground in fear, clasped his hands and said with tears in his nose: "Don't kill me, don't kill me, I have 200 US dollars in my pocket, I will give it to you, and I will give you my car... …”

Qiao Jia sneered, shook his head and said, "Don't worry, I don't like killing people randomly. Come on, lie down on the bed, or I'll shoot you in the leg..."

The old Mexican man looked at Qiao Jia with perverted eyes and begged: "Sir, let me go. If you want it, I know there is someone upstairs..."

Qiao Jia, who was regarded as a pervert, was stunned for a moment. He pulled the trigger in displeasure. After a 'click' sound, a bullet grazed the old man's thigh and shot into the floor, scaring him to sit on the ground.

Then, as if he had accepted his fate, this guy rushed into the room and lay down on a dirty big bed, crying silently.

Qiao Jia saw the old guy's fat butt huddled together nervously. He shook his head speechlessly. Then when Qiao Jia looked around, he discovered that this old guy's hobbies were very perverted...

There were two black plastic tights hanging in the corner of the room, and an open cabinet contained many heavy-flavored 'toys'.

Qiao Jia couldn't help but whistle and admired this old guy for being so playful. Then he walked over and took out a few pairs of sexy handcuffs. After asking the old guy to turn over, he leaned against the specially reinforced An old iron frame bed.

A perverted pink ball was tied up in the old man's mouth, and his hands and feet were propped up on the bed, lying there in a large font.

Under the horrified look in the old man's eyes, Qiao Jia thoughtfully put on a pair of eye masks for him. Then, as the old man wailed, he dug out all the items in the freezer and put them in plastic bags. After being packed, they were piled around the old man's lower body.

Amidst the panicked 'woo-woo' sound of the old man, Qiao Jia lowered the temperature of the room to the lowest setting, then got in front of the old man and said with a smile: "I think you are very angry, so I will help you cool down.

I believe you won’t be so angry in the future! "

The ice cubes made the old man very uncomfortable. He shook his body vigorously, but the big bed he designed himself did not move at all.

Feeling that he couldn't get rid of the biting cold, the old man let out a cry of "wuwuwu", trying to arouse some sympathy from Boss Qiao, but at this time, Boss Qiao had already walked out of the apartment and closed the door for him thoughtfully. and gate.

When Boss Qiao walked into his apartment, closed the door and wanted to take a rest, the mixed-race Asian girl who had just left angrily came down from the fourth floor with heavy steps and slowly walked to the door of the old Mexican man's room. After struggling for a long time, he knocked on the door gently.

Qiao Jia, who heard the noise, looked through the peephole of the door and saw that the mixed-race girl got no response after knocking for a while. She squatted on the ground holding her head and cried silently...

Qiao Jia had no intention of getting involved in these things, but if he let the girl cry at the door, if someone discovered the old Mexican man's condition, he would change places tonight.

After hesitating for a moment, Qiao Jia opened the door, looked at the girl squatting on the ground, and said, "Hey, that fat guy has gone out. There's no point in crying here."

As he spoke, Qiao Jia took out two twenty bills from his pocket and said, "This money probably won't solve your problem, but..."

The mixed-race girl looked up at Qiao Jia and the money in his hand. Then, wondering if she had taken the wrong medicine, she stood up and took off her dress. She walked up to Qiao Jia wearing only her underwear and took it from his hand. of banknotes, and then passed by Qiao Jia and walked into his room...

The mixed-race girl who was standing in the living room across the corridor took off her underwear, stood there naked and looked at Qiao Jia, and said: "Come on, give me another 200 US dollars, I will be yours tonight."

Being treated as a thirsty prostitute made Boss Qiao a little uncomfortable. He walked into the kitchen and took a bottle of beer from the refrigerator, then entered the living room and sat on the sofa, touching his chin and looking at the mixed-race girl who actually had a decent figure. …

The lights in the apartment were very dim, and Qiao Jia's weird behavior made the mixed-race girl very uneasy.

A few minutes later, the courage that the girl finally mustered up slowly slipped away in silence. Then, facing Qiao Jia's half-smiling gaze, she squatted on the ground in humiliation, hugged her knees and started crying.

A girl was crying in her room in the middle of the night, which made Qiao Jia feel helpless...

He picked up a pillow and threw it on the girl, and said helplessly: "Don't cry..."

As he spoke, Qiao Jia took out two hundred-dollar bills and placed them on the coffee table in front of him, and said: "I've seen it, the money is here, take it.

Go back and get some sleep, and don't come to the third floor for the next three days. I guarantee that the Mexican guy won't harass you. "

The mixed-race girl stopped crying immediately. She stood up with a sob and covered her key parts with a pillow. Then she picked up the underwear and dress on the ground and put them on...

Then she walked up to Qiao Jia, bent down and tentatively put her hand on the banknote...

Seeing that Qiao Jia was not moved at all, the mixed-race girl's big tear-filled eyes blinked twice, and then big tears began to fall down.

Qiao Jia was most annoyed by people who cried easily. Just when he was about to drive this girl away, the mixed-race girl suddenly took off a pendant from her neck and placed it on the coffee table. She choked and said, "You are Chinese." , you should know this, I want to exchange it with you for 2,000 US dollars..."

Qiao Jia was so angry at this weird woman that he didn't give her forty, but insisted on selling her body for 200 yuan. She couldn't sell her body and wanted to sell it for stones...

Qiao Jia felt that this girl's mind was a little abnormal, but when he glanced at the pendant, he was stunned for a moment...

It was an emerald jade token that was only the size of a knuckle. The seed water of the jade token was very average, and there were still some impurities in it. However, the base that held the jade token made his 'universal tool box' react a little bit. This situation has never happened before...

Qiao Jia frowned, reached out and picked up the jade plaque and played with it. When the base of the jade plaque touched the 'tattoo' on his finger, he clearly felt that the universal tool box was being charged. It's the same, but the storage space inside is a little larger.

This discovery surprised Qiao Jia. He did not trade with the mixed-race girl immediately, but said: "This thing is definitely not worth 2,000 yuan to ordinary people.

But there aren’t many of them in the United States. I can give you money, but you have to tell me, where did you get it? "

The girl was stunned for a moment, lowered her head and said, "My mother left this to me. She said it was polished by my father himself."

Qiao Jia looked at the girl's depressed look, nodded and said: "Then where are your father and mother from, and where are they now?

I can provide you with travel expenses to find them..."

The girl seemed to have not found anyone to talk to for a long time. She glanced at Qiao Jia, then slowly sat on the single sofa next to her, looked down at her tangled hands, and said: "My mother is A native of Median, she died four years ago.

My father is an adventurer. Two years after he brought me to America, he received a message and went to Midian again.

Then he disappeared. "

As she spoke, the girl looked at the jade plaque in Qiao Jia's hand and whispered: "This is a token given to my mother by my father, and I recognize my father by it.

Now I want to exchange it for some money, and I want to change my job...

I, I can’t hold on anymore…”