Chapter 10 Disciple
“Doctor?” The man in the suit raised his eyebrows.
"It's me" Constantine nodded, and then asked the other party, "Lawyer?"
The man in the suit took off his hat in greeting.
"Well, I think we need to talk." Constantine lowered his gun.
"I agree." The man in the suit also put away his weapon.
"He is involved in the business, you have no right to protect him! Even if you are a doctor!" The woman covered in blood protested loudly while lying on the ground. She had never been so embarrassed, and she was almost killed by a layman just now Kill, the flames of anger have burned all the threads of reason.
“Oh?” Constantine crossed his hands on his chest and looked at the man in the suit. “Can your waiter speak on your behalf?”
The man in the suit bowed slightly, “I’m sorry for her. I apologize for being rude, but I personally mean the same thing. Why should you protect an ordinary person who is involved in business? "Is he your waiter? "No, of course he is not," Constantine shook his head and said, "But I still have the right to protect him. Him, because he is mine..."
"Disciple"
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"This is TV 6's April reporting live for you. A vicious incident occurred in the southern suburbs of the city last night. A Colombian man Murdered at home, authorities have cordoned off the scene, sources said. Sources revealed that the incident may be closely related to the recent intensification of gang conflicts..."
The curly-haired host on the TV was holding a microphone to report live, while He Chi, who was on the bed opposite, was covered in bags. The bandage looks like an old rag doll that has been patched over and over again.
Last night, when Mr. Constantine said the word "disciple", he took the woman and left without saying a word. Afterwards, He Chi was also taken back to the private clinic and bandaged into a rice dumpling.
With a click, the door to the room opened, and Mr. Constantine put on his doctor's uniform again and walked in.
"Two cracked ribs, a strained arm muscle, a slight concussion, and a dozen open injuries. But fortunately, these are minor problems compared to what's inside your head ." The white-haired doctor first explained his physical condition.
"I know you must have a lot of questions in your heart. You can ask them now, and I will try my best to satisfy you." Constantine sat on the edge of the bed and made a gesture to ask questions.
He Chi was silent for a moment and said, "What do doctors, lawyers, and waiters mean?"
"It's just a code name." Constantine poured himself a cup of tea and continued, "We It is a group with a loose organization, and individuals will take on some business that is contrary to the current law.”
"For example, that guy's code name is Lawyer, but he is actually a master of forging documents. One-third of the forged documents in western California are from his handiwork."
"In my words, this area within 100 kilometers is absolutely perfect. "Most people come to me for gunshot wounds, poisonings, or hallucinogen addiction problems," Mr. Constantine pointed at himself.
“The waiters represent assistants and exist as auxiliary roles in other professions, but many of them work as thugs or assassins, just like the one you met today.”
Subsequently Kang Standing took out a photo, and it was clearly He Chi's landlord, a fat man who weighed more than 100 kilograms. In the photo, the man was holding a suitcase and climbing over a fence in a panic.
"Hosthwaite, the third-largest figure in a Mexican gang, hacked a large amount of hallucinogens from the border the year before last due to internal struggles, and fled here from the border, and opened an unprofitable hotel as a cover. , as of last month his shipments accounted for one-third of local addicts’ consumption.”
"I started monitoring him last year, and a month ago someone from the Mexican gang took over the task of getting rid of him and informed me."
He Chi smiled bitterly "Last year, that is to say Our meeting last year was not by chance. I only met you because I rented that guy's house."
"I'm really sorry for hiding the truth. I'm really not a good person. "After explaining this, Constantine said calmly. He Chi shook his head, "Sir, I'm not a child. I'm past the age of using names to distinguish between good and bad people. I have my own eyes on right and wrong."
Then He Chi Chi asked the question he was most concerned about, "What is a disciple? Why do you call me your disciple?"
"A disciple is a student and an heir. The designated successor of each profession. Killing the other's disciple is equivalent to undying hatred, so the other party has no reason to silence you."
"But, I don't Know how to heal."
"It doesn't matter, I don't have any real disciples anyway. If the thing in your head can be cured, I will teach you from the beginning." Constantine said easily.
He Chi then remembered that to the other party, he was a person who probably had less than a month to live, and using the name of a disciple to protect himself might be out of pure sympathy.
"What about the police? There is a murder next door. They will probably come to question me, right?" He Chi asked, standing up.
"Don't worry, that situation won't happen. There is an unwritten tacit understanding between us and the government. Even the investigation will not be related to you, because now..." Constantine paused and said, "You are my disciple. "
"Okay, you almost understand the situation. Let's take a rest. I have to go out and deal with some things." Constantine picked up his coat and stood up to say goodbye, then closed the door.
He Chi was alone in the room again. The TV was still broadcasting last night’s murder. As expected, there was no news involving him and the Mexican dancer. Moreover, the report intentionally or unintentionally put the audience’s attention on The idea is directed towards gang vendetta.
"This is the so-called shadow area under politics, right?" He Chi muttered to himself as he leaned his head on the pillow, constantly recalling yesterday's scene in his mind.
The cold knives, pistols, the smell of gunpowder smoke in the air, and the splashing blood made him tremble, but at the same time, there was a faint excitement in his heart that could not be suppressed.
excited?
Am I excited?
Why?
Was I like this before? Having never fought before going abroad, he re-examined himself and found that the change in himself seemed to be the period after the dungeon came out.
I just don’t know whether he was affected by the war atmosphere there, or whether he was this kind of person and released his nature because of an opportunity.
His spirit became relaxed and sleepiness came over him, Hechi slowly closed his eyes.
In the haze, a voice sounded in my ears again.
"The player's body is damaged, and the remaining time enters a critical state. The instance starts early. The conditions for passing the level are: the player survives for more than a month, or earns one gold coin."
"Time begins to count. The player's remaining assets are two silver coins, a standard copy is generated, and the player has a new title..."
"Disciple"
(End of this chapter)