Chapter 3: Steel cone

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Nuo sat up, rubbed his sour waist, frowned and looked around. Bayi Middle School ■ 文 ★ ● ■ Net. ww.81zw.com? There is a strange smell in the dim room.
Nuo shook his head and stood up from the sand. Pulling a blanket across the naked-body-woman lying on the carpet, opened the curtains.
The morning sun cleared Nuo's mind.
He made a wrong decision to 'general' here, 'general' is very persistent to complete the boring gamble they made when they left [ bar], and expanded the whole gamble, so now there is in this living room , Uh, Nuo frowned, and counted, five women.
"White Lion ~" The woman's humming sounded from Nuo's feet, slender fingers groped on Nuo's calf, the other party seemed to enjoy the bottom-up landscape, "Can be a gentleman, give me some water ?"
Nuo recalled for a while before remembering that the "white lion" refers to himself, because he had some gray temples and certain other "abilities" that gave him the nickname inexplicably. Nuo nodded helplessly, once again straddling the body lying horizontally, took a glass of water, and handed it to the strange woman, "What about" General "?"
The woman's white arm shook in the air and finally pointed in the direction of the bedroom.
Nuo approached the bedroom, scratching his head, and the general was pressed under several snow-white bodies, revealing only one head. Nuo regretted that he would come over yesterday, hoping not to pay him.
Nora opened the bedroom curtains, slapped and slapped the "General" who slept like a dead pig with her mouth open, "Get up and do the right thing!"
"God! Promise!" 'General' wrinkled his face. "How could you be so energetic!" He pulled away the woman who was pressing on him.
Nuo pouted, approached the bathroom familiarly, flushing away everything from last night, "Hurry up" General ". I still need to find my maid, I don't want her to do anything."
"General" sat on the wide bed, squinting. One by one, the women who wore clothes were really wasted. "What? What happened to your maid?"
Nuo's sigh was mixed with the sound of water, "Did you listen to me last night!"
A strong voice sounded, and the ‘general’ at the critical point of fatness and strength stood on his bed. Eight ▼ one? Middle ★? Wen Wang www.81zw.com? Clutching his head, "Don't remind me! I will remember!" "General" looked around, confused, "Red! My pants are in where?"
The woman with the red head moved her body and ignored their gold master.
‘General’ shook his head. After giving up memories, he jumped out of bed and rushed into the bathroom.
"Go out!" Nuo had no interest in bathing with the same sex, and rudely launched "General".
"General" complained, "This is my home." Grabbing his groggy head, he found a can of deodorant. After spraying it on his body, he rummaged through the closet for clean clothes.
Nuo's movements were quick, and the general came out around the bath towel just after wearing it. The slightly sober women were very satisfied with the scenery in the morning light. "General" pouted. Rarely, these women who didn't even remember their names urged Connaught.
Nuo found her clothes with the help of the women and said thank you with a smile.
In the ambiguous eyes of a woman in the room, the general could no longer bear the difference and pushed Nuo out of the door.
This is the top floor of the "General's Rest Station" and the real home of the "General". Like James, he has his own elevator, but it seems that he doesn't like to use it very much, and pulls Nuo up the stairs. The structure of the building is similar to that of an ordinary apartment building. Some tenants see the ‘general’. Say hello with a smile.
'General' seems to be a very popular guy.
Leaving the building and standing in the back alley of the bar, the two walked directly into the garage. "General" immediately opened his eyes and stared at Nuo's broken van. "What happened?"
Nuo shook his head helplessly, looking at the steel thorn still on the side of the car, and tapped his finger, "I told you yesterday, you didn't listen at all."
"I'm drunk, what do you expect me to hear?" ‘General’ stared. "It's here that I came here ?!" Although the blood sugar hadn't fully activated the 'general' brain just after a glance of work, his thoughts turned fast enough when it involved his own interests. Bayi ◆ Middle? ▼ ● Wenww.81zw.com?
Nod nodded, "You don't seem to mind yesterday."
"I'm drunk!" "General" shouted, and of course, he thought of Noah's idea at once! Thanks to my warm hospitality last night!
Nuo smiled on his face and shook his head. "Don't worry, nobody noticed."
'General' waved his hand, "If there is any trouble, you have to pay honestly! No discount! As you use my punishment!" "General" paused, adding, "Use me when I am not sober ! "
Nuo didn't care about waving his hand. It was such a division of labor. 'General' is a businessman who provides no scapegoats.
"Okay, okay." Nuo grabbed a steel thorn and pulled out with a grunt. The harsh metal friction sounded in the garage, which was enough to wake anyone up.
Nuo held the steel thorn with the thickness of the thumb, and it seemed more appropriate to describe it with a steel cone. After observing it, it was thrown to the "General", "Have you seen this thing?"
‘General’ took a steel cone and looked around. Trying to scratch the wall a few times, white scratches appeared. "General" frowned and glanced at Connaught, "This guy must want you to die very much."
"Well." Nuo showed a thoughtful look. "They ambushed my house."
‘General’ frowned, staring at the steel cone in his hand,
Who will use this thing now? It ’s totally a cold weapon! How is this thing used? Shooted? Crossbow?

Connaught himself was n’t quite sure,
Maybe, you know some arms dealers, ask me who will use this stuff. I ’ll ask the people in the police department over there to see if they know.

"Who would want such a cold now ..." ‘General’ whispered, and the arms dealer he knew was not interested in this kind of thing. It may be that there will be something in the police department's witness department. You know, a piece of broken glass can be a murder weapon in the eyes of the police and is permanently sealed.
But "General" was only half said. He looked at Nuo and blinked, "You don't know who at all?"
It seems that the 'General's thinking has completely recovered, and he immediately caught that his friend wanted to investigate who was using this deadly weapon against himself. This is very abnormal for their employed 'helpers'!
Because they know the truth. Most of the dirty work is not caused by the owner of the action, and investigating the people who started it will not help you solve things at all! It's better to go directly to the person who paid! And once it falls to the person who is going to investigate the action, that is, the weapon used by the paid "helper", it means that Nuo has no idea who hired the guys who used this thing.
Ok. ‘General’ naturally assumes that those who use this weapon are employed. The Federation is a civilized world, and no one will pay with arms, so it must be employed. ‘General’ is half right.
"What are you going to do now?" Nuo helplessly nodded his head, and the 'General' beckoned, and several men ran under his command. Started to clean this van with dozens of steel cones inserted. He looked at Connaught with anxiety. "I don't think you are suitable to show up now. Stay with me. The police, I have a little relationship."
‘General’ shook the steel cone in his hand, naturally, he thought of Coulson.
Nuo smiled, and his friends would not only provide the entertainment of last night, but the love for many years was not paid in vain.
But he shook his head, "I still have some things to do. Official business."
The "General" frowned, "I'll find you an office, no one bothers you." After all, it is a gray professional circle. Although I usually meet, I still can't have too close intersections when handling events. Conflict will affect friendship.
Connaught thinks for a while, this is also the reason why he will come to the "General". The place with the smallest conflict of interest is probably the "General" at the bottom of the "merchant". Connaught nodded. "First, I still have to find my maid."
‘General’ whispered, and picked up the steel cone in his hand.
You should be guarding the police radio.
He meant that the guy probably hung up.
"No." Nuo smiled. "Muna is more cautious than me." Nuo seemed a little helpless. "Although it is my house, I think she knows that house better than me."
This is a fact. Nuo spent about two-thirds of the time in this now-tattered van. Compared to his maid, Muna, he felt like a guest. Ask her for the password for the frequent security alert.
Therefore, Nuo believed that his fat maid appeared when the intruder entered, and then hid.
"General" pouted, not prepared to argue with Nuo, "How do you find it?"
Nuo was stunned. Muna's home was his home. It is absolutely impossible to go back now. He is the master, and he really doesn't know where this woman who keeps his house clean and tidy every day.
"Maybe." Nuo frowned, pointing to the steel cone. "When you ask who this thing belongs to, just send a few people to my house to see ..."
"Go-you-mom-of-!" "General" glared at Nuo, "the people with this stuff ambush there! Do you let me go and die!"
"I can go."
One of the few people who were cleaning the van suddenly opened his mouth. Seth.
"Seth!" 'General' looked at this guy who had been joining for a while. "You are back? When did you come back? What happened over there? Kou ..." 'General' glanced at Connaught, or disappeared The name, "What the is this?"
Seth frowned. He still held a steel cone in his hand. It seemed he didn't know which question to ask his boss.
"General" gave a sigh, he had fully adapted to the silence of his men, "No, it's too dangerous, you give away your life!"
Nuo looked at Seth and smiled, "It's you, how have you been here in General?"
Don't forget, Seth was introduced by Nuo. Seth glanced at Nuo, not knowing what he was thinking, and said lightly, "Fortunately, he has always been despised."
Nuo raised an eyebrow, glanced at the 'General' and reported an address.
Seth just doesn't like talking, it doesn't mean he doesn't know to say the right thing at the right time. (The novel "Barton's Fantasy Event" will have more fresh content on the official WeChat platform, and there will be a 1oo% lottery gift for everyone! Now open WeChat, click on the "+" sign at the top right to add friends, search Public account "qdread" and pay attention, let's hurry up!) (Unfinished to be continued.)