Hersinz felt the pain in his abdomen was spreading like a spider web, that was slowly opening up in a radial pattern.
The black blood like streams gurgling out completely soaked the material in front of the small of his back, and the heavy metallic smell permeated the entire carriage , this Argentinean listened to the slight brushing sound of rubber rubbing against the slippery tarmac after the rain. The monotonous sound dulled his consciousness as it too gradually crawled with brownish rust.
Everything was supposed to be going well toward his desired goal, and the shipment of ice departed from Mexico City, successfully evading DEA inspections and the C.B.P.'s Border Patrol, and was distributed in Galveston, Texas.
But he didn't expect Noxon to go treachery.
Hersinz Gonzalez had been hunted with Noxon Jean in San Diego by the men of the Diaz family, a notorious local gangster family. Noxon shot the youngest son of the Diaz family in a fit of rage, because the Diaz family had privately withheld the cargo heroin due to them. Noxon was shot three times in the abdomen, and Hersinz and his men fought to save Noxon from the Diaz family's factory.
When he carried 70 kilograms of Noxon ran what he thought was the fastest speed in his life, dragging Noxon into the passenger seat of his Ford Mustang, perhaps which day is the day of the Nativity, more than their 20 men all folded in the Diaz family factory, the entire team only he and Noxon survived.
He drove the Mustang sports car, the throttle almost to the bottom, modified version of the Mustang in the capital region of the highway at a playful 200km/h of top speed, this slip on the edge of hell speed also saved the life of Noxon, in Valparaiso's municipal hospital, he saw Noxon into the operating room.
Noxon's blood will be his shirt completely stained, the shirt he still put away in Buenos Aires home, the doctor said at the time that Noxon survived is simply a medical miracle, nearly five hours of surgery they removed from Noxon's body three 7.9mm brass slug, his intestines almost a puddle of minced meat.
Hersinz's memory of that surgery has faded in the wash of time, but he remembers not closing his eyes all night outside the operating room, when the light turned green and Noxon was wheeled out of the operating room, the first golden rays of sunrise hitting him over the shoulder through the windows in the hallway.
His father's words haunted him again, "Trust is more than a casual 'thanks' so simple, he like heroin, can casually achieve a person's brilliance, but also can easily send you to the abyss along with your brilliance."
father had always been a complete and utter scumbag in his eyes, a good for nothing gambler ,who gamble won money will go to drinking and looking for prostitutes, eventually gambling away all the family's assets in a casino in Brasilia, while his mother, whom his father later called "bitch and slut", ran away from home with a Bolivian man to Mexico.
God willing, father was beaten to death nearly by a hatchet man in the casino, but was saved by Singh, the leader of the notorious local gang "Sinn Fein Man".
Singh, a native of Ireland, came to Brazil as a young man and began smuggling heroin and cocaine from Honduras to the United States under Brazil's notorious "Red Command," and after accumulating the original capital, left the Red Command and took control of some of the largest underground money changers and casinos in Brasilia, establishing He established this criminal empire under the name of the Irish political party Sinn Fein.
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The father was arranged by Singh to work in the "Sinn Fein" as a casino fighter to pay off his huge gambling debts, which is similar to the original meaning of Singh's words, the father's life is still worth some money. In fact, the father also knows that he was saved by Singh for more reasons than that.
Later on, the father became Singh's right hand after the courage to ask about the casino have so much gamblers, why single save him a? Singh laughed out loud and said that it was because he seemed to see himself from father when he first came to Brazil, lost all his money bet football in Rio de Janeiro, no money to pay off his gambling debts, he was beaten by the dealer and lost four teeth, he woke up and found himself lying on the beach in a landfill, his ears were the regular sound of waves lapping at the shore, the dealer thought he was dead and let men taked him casually thrown Here.
He did all the dirty work, like assassinating foes, collecting debts for Singh, lending usury to avid gamblers, and fire merge with other gangs in neighborhoods, until finally his father took over several of the largest casinos in Brasilia, climbing to the top of his life.
But father used his life to give Hersinz a bloody cautionary tale for the words that he now holds as the truth of life. Three years after taking over the casino, Singh perversely called his father early one morning and told him to stay home and not go to the casino before hanging up the phone.
Father who trusted Singh so much, did as he was told and he stayed home that day.
That afternoon after school, Hersinz found that the driver did not come home, he had a bad feeling, he took a cab back to the villa, far away to see a gray-black column of smoke like a twisted together and scattered black rope like the sky and diffuse in the air. The dense police cars will block the intersection, alternating red and blue police lights converge into a sea of light that makes people feel alarmed. Special police officers in black bulletproof vests slung around their waists with HK94 submachine guns, holding walkie-talkies and shouting.
The image of those SWAT officers let him as a child of the crows standing in the treetops, hissing loudly.
Later he investigated his father back then, the fragmented background pieced together, he realized that it was Singh betrayed his rotten old man, a batch of one ton of methamphetamine from Honduras to the United States was audited by the DEA, the DEA found the source Brazil, Singh set up his father as a pawn of the scapegoat to buy himself time to escape Brazil. And the DEA and the Brazilian special police jointly surrounded his family's villa.
Dad's lifetime like a jerk, but at the last moment behaved like a man, he heard his father and a few bodyguards and the family's driver drank up the family's collection of whiskey, open the family's arsenal to get the assault rifle and the special police launched an hour and a half of fierce firefight. After all the bullets were shot, his father and the few remaining men strapped C4 to their bodies and drove the family Jeep to a police car in the last frenzy of their lives.
Singh was not the final winner, and the following year, Singh Morris was found dead in his home in Dublin, Ireland. The killer ended his sinful life by shooting a long nail through his cranial cavity with a nail gun.
The cell phone on the passenger seat, however, buzzed and began to vibrate violently, interrupting his memories. He did not want to answer the call, no matter who was calling, but the caller was extremely patient, as if he would not rest until Hersinz answered his call, and would call until the end of the world.
The buzzing sound was like a rusty, dull knife grinding at the wound in his abdomen, causing a fluttering pain to wash over and over through his nerves all over his body.
He forced his blood-soaked right hand away from his abdomen, picked up his cell phone from the passenger seat and scanned the caller number, which was an unfamiliar string of numbers. He had never seen it before, the area code in front of the number was 81, the area code of Japan, it was an international call.
"hey?"
"Feliz ano novo,Gonzalez Kun." with chill voice comes out of the speaker, and speaks a fluent Portuguese.
Living in Brazil since he was a child, it was impossible for Hersinz not to know this hear the Portuguese words that he used to shout together with his mother and father at the same moment in his childhood.
Happy New Year.
His foot on the gas pedal unconsciously loosened, this raging iron beast gradually slowed down, and he swept the date and time on the electronic display lit up on the center console, 0:00, 1.1.
It was as if the memory of the long-lost crisp bells of the New Year rang out by his ears.
The next second, the shrill siren tore all this wonderful immersion with him and his car to pieces.
A burgundy Honda NSX was parked next to the railroad tracks with warning bells ringing loudly, the man inside clutching the steering wheel, his index finger tapping rhythmically on the wheel, a cell phone sitting in front of him in front of the center console, the screen showing the phone still connected, a thunderous roared and the loud sound of steel disintegrating coming from inside. After ten seconds or so, the phone hung up automatically, leaving a string of beeps of busy sounds.
The man lit a SEVEN STARS cigarette, silently watching the long train of steel carriages speeding past, listening to the drive wheel and rail friction issued by the " thump thump" sound.
He rolled down the driver's window and watched as the night wind lifted the ashes of the cigarettes high into the New Year's Eve.