Tomb Raider

Chapter 166 The Dead Man (1)
Chapter 8 The Dead

□□This sentence is a bit heartless, but I know he is enlightening my nervousness.Seeing that it was really getting late, I hurriedly stood up from the sofa, opened the door and went out, bought some cooked food outside and came back.

After entering the house, I saw □□ took a few bottles of beer from the refrigerator at some point, he had already drank two bottles, hiccupped and stood up and put the things I bought on the coffee table.

I lit a cigarette and looked at him silently. After seeing him finish the third bottle of beer, I asked, "Aren't you worried that something like this happened?"

□□ Wiping the beer from the corner of his mouth, he said with a smile: "There is nothing to worry about. The boat will be straight when it reaches the bridge. Besides, it's useless to worry now. If the sky falls, there will be a tall man standing there!"

I nodded, I can understand what he meant.Cooperating with the police this time is a forced and helpless choice. Waiting for the real action may be a narrow escape. After all, we are dealing with experienced veterans. None of these smuggling gangs came here by stepping on corpses.

Cruel and merciless things must be a trivial matter to them!
□□Tore off a chicken leg and stuffed it into his hand, saying: "What the hell are you thinking about so much? Be quiet for a while and you will die! Hurry up and eat, I don't know how many days we can live in such a comfortable life!"

Dumbfounded by his last words, the dull chicken leg was stuffed into his mouth.I chewed it hard and found it tasteless, so I threw it on the coffee table, took a deep breath and said, "Don't create psychological pressure for me, I don't know what to do in my heart, if you talk about it again, I want to hit my head to death! "

□□Glanced at me and cursed: "Look at what you said, is this a man said? A man can bend and stretch, and it's not for you to rob a bank. What are you afraid of!"

I looked at him depressedly: "This is an undercover agent, how many undercover agents on TV can leave alive?"

"Bah!" Cursed: "You crow's mouth, how many credible things are on the TV? Just say why you are so crazy all day long. It turns out that these TVs have influenced you!"

I didn't talk to him anymore, I just watched him stuffing meat or drinking alcohol into his mouth quietly, sighing in my heart, and I still had nothing on my mind.Such a person is really worthy of letting him be the undercover agent who escaped death.

After half an hour of silence, □□ had already drank five bottles of beer without knowing it.I was afraid that if he drank it like this, it would affect the wound, so I hurriedly snatched the remaining half bottle from him.

□□Looking blankly at the five empty wine bottles he drank for a while, he muttered in his mouth: "Songzi, if this time passes, what if the fuck dies?"

As soon as I heard this, I couldn't get angry, and I thought to myself, didn't you enlighten me for a while, why did you become worried instead.Thinking about it, I scolded: "Bullshit, you've said it's fine, why worry about it!"

But who knew □□ cried and said with a mournful face: "I'm afraid of his mother too, it's just showing off!"

I was speechless, almost collapsed by him.What he said is also right, who would not be afraid of death, even if we are not allowed to die, facing those vicious smuggling gangs, just thinking about it makes us shiver.

Now that we have agreed to the matter, even if we don’t go, we will be imprisoned. When a bullet the size of a peanut flies over, we will become a heinous tomb robber in full view.

(End of this chapter)