Trafford’s Trading Club

If you look carefully, Song Haoran's pupils are not purely black, but with a little emerald-like dark green.

Listening to him, he is actually not a simple Chinese. His father married a man of Spanish descent, so he is of mixed race.

"I like Spanish food, mostly because my mother cooked this cuisine for me when I was a child." Song Haoran smiled and said: "Of course, Chinese food is also my favorite. Unfortunately, it is not easy to get it here. Find a chef who can make authentic Chinese food.”

There are some Spanish descendants in this country, so it is not difficult to eat authentic Spanish cuisine. Of course, it also incorporates some local food culture.

One of the maid's hobbies is naturally cooking, and she is currently studying the menu of a Spanish restaurant quite seriously. Seeing her eagerness to try it, Luo Qiu thought that in the next period of time, his diet would probably be mainly Spanish cuisine, right?

Of course, he has experienced this many times that the food cooked by the maid can always be authentic.

"So, Brother Song hasn't grown up in China since he was a child?"

The ordered food has not been served yet, but Song Haoran and Song Haoran have been talking for a long time, and the other party also asked Luo Qiu to change his title.

Song Haoran took a sip of water, nodded and said: "My father should be considered an overseas Chinese, and his business is basically here. In China, I have followed my father back several times."

He seemed to be reminiscing and shrugged: "I said I was going to find my relatives, but unfortunately I never found them."

Luo Qiu's heart moved. He liked this feeling of slowly discovering: it felt like time was beginning to pass with him as the origin, making his heart start to beat.

He could even feel the flow of blood in his body. This feeling gave him another pleasant feeling beyond the color of his soul. It was similar to when he switched his perspective to Nero and didn't know that he liked to play pranks. Girl, where is she now?

Maybe it’s time to find time to switch perspectives.

Thinking of this, Luo Qiu did not pause at all, but asked: "So, Brother Song has relatives in the country?"

Song Haoran smiled. He felt that he suddenly liked this young man, and he always had an indescribable affection. "Yes, yes, but I don't know if he is still there. I heard from my father that he still has An eldest brother, that is, my uncle. There is a big age difference between them. But later they got separated due to some things, and my father wandered alone and came to South America to develop. "

Song Haoran glanced at the time on the watch again, and at the same time glanced outside the street casually, and then said: "Later, my father also sent people back to inquire, and received some specious news and clues. Every time he would He took me back excitedly. However, the results were not very satisfactory. In the following years, my father's health was not very good, so he went back less and less. The last time he went back was three years ago. It was quite good. I miss... Shanghai’s crabs and steamed dumplings. You can’t eat them here.”

Luo Qiu nodded, and then sighed: "But even so, Brother Song, you speak your native language really well."

Song Haoran said with some helplessness: "There is no way, my father is a nostalgic person, and he has always taught me to learn. Imagine, when I was a child, no matter where I went to school or my friends, everyone talked about Latin America. language, but after returning home, I still have to communicate with my father in Mandarin, which is really sad when I think about it.”

"The accent sounds like someone from Jiangsu and Zhejiang." Luo Qiu smiled.

"I heard from my father that his ancestral home is in the Suzhou area." Song Haoran nodded, but he didn't recognize Luo Qiu's accent... but a standard Mandarin accent like a textbook.

As he said that, Song Haoran suddenly moved the small vase used for decoration on the dining table, and the orchid leaves in the vase began to shake slightly. It seemed that it was to make more space on the table for the next step. of serving time.

The swaying leaves were quietly hiding a red light spot that suddenly lit up. He looked at Luo Qiu and You Ye and saw that they didn't notice but were discussing whether to order more food. He smiled and said: "Haven't you thought about something to eat? Why don't you ask me this?" What about the half-Hispanic people?”

"Then please introduce me, Brother Song." Boss Luo smiled.

The red light spot disappeared at this time.

…

The light source turned into a thread. In an environment of different colors, only in certain dark shadows could one see this red thread-like light source. At the end of it was a precise instrument: an infrared sight.

The sight is naturally mounted on a sniper rifle.

The man had a bronze-like complexion common among locals and was lying on the edge of the rooftop of a nine-story building. He was only wearing tourist-like clothes, with tiny headphones on his ears, and next to him was a black suitcase.

It was obviously used to hide the sniper rifle... With such a formation, there was no doubt that this Latino man was waiting for his prey to appear.

But at this time, he was covering his ears in some pain. The reason was that suddenly there was a burst of popping sound from the earphones he put on his ears, as well as the sound of cursing... a woman's voice.

"Oni! Pay attention to me, or I'll go back and kill you! The military advisor doesn't know why he and that couple were eating in the restaurant. It might be something important. Stop making trouble!"

Apparently, the man with the sniper rifle was named Oni.

He rubbed his ears helplessly and said disapprovingly: "I'm just saying hello to the military advisor. Don't be so nervous. Just pay attention to the target. In addition, Lluvia, you shouldn't be paying attention to the target. The route that appeared? Why did you know that I was greeting the military advisor? "

"I want you to take care of it??"

There was another crackling sound, and it was obviously the woman named Lluvia who spoke into the earphones in an unusually loud voice.

Oni rubbed his ears helplessly again, but couldn't help but asked curiously: "By the way, Lluvia, do you know what the military advisor is doing right now? Why are you suddenly having lunch with two strangers? Speaking of which, the military advisor table Doesn’t this boy you’re sleeping with look a bit like a military advisor?”

"What's the resemblance?" Lluvia's voice seemed to be back to normal this time.

Oni shook his head, then shrugged and said: "Anyway, Easterners all look the same... I said Lluvia, are you free tonight? I will go to your room to find you? Anyway, the military advisor has never been interested in you. Look."

"I can consider cutting off your genitals. I heard that if they are freshly cut off and preserved well, they can be sold as organs. I think there will definitely be a buyer on the black market!"

Oni only felt a slight chill in his lower body, and then felt very frightened. He thought that if his trick was installed on someone else, then... who would be responsible for it in the future?

"Oh...lluvia, you know how I feel about you! You have to understand, how can I satisfy you with a body as small as the military advisor?"

"You should deal with the bunch of women in your family first! Of course, I think I can also teach those women the operation just now. I think they will be very happy!"

"lluvia, please don't..."

"Hmph... Oni, the target has appeared!" Lluvia suddenly heard a deep voice.

Oni, who was chatting with the woman named Lluvia who was in another place, probably observing through a telescope, was teasing him. The playboy look on his face disappeared in an instant, and a glimmer of light appeared in his eyes, and then Start swinging the tip of the sniper rifle.

"Hey! Kill this one as well. The progress of this mission is...one-third! Boom!"

…

Bang!

The waiter hurriedly collected the cup that had accidentally fallen to the ground. The customer must have ordered a drink such as tomato juice, and the bright red liquid was spreading on the floor.

At the table by the window, Luo Qiu and the others looked away from the waiters. Song Haoran smiled and said, "What did you just say?"

Luo Qiu reminded: "Brother Song is telling you the story of your adventure in the Amazon jungle in order to find a ruins."

Compared to an ordinary college student like Luo Qiu, Song Haoran's life seemed to be quite exciting. He was telling some stories about his adventures when he was young.

"That's right, Amazons." Song Haoran recalled at this time: "It's a pity that I didn't meet the legendary tribe of Amazon female warriors who are all beautiful women. Otherwise, there should be some wonderful stories happening!"

Boss Luo asked curiously: "Amazon female warrior, this should be a fabricated myth."

Song Haoran said, "Who knows? Maybe it's not certain that someone actually saw it. Even myths have their original prototypes. If you just imagine them, don't you think many myth systems are too elaborate?"

"What happened next?" Luo Qiu took up the topic from the beginning.

"Let me think about it..." Song Haoran continued to recall: "Of course I didn't meet the female warrior, but I did meet a giant python. If we use the Chinese terminology, is this guy already a spirit? Xiao Luo Qiu, can you imagine that kind of python with a body diameter of more than three meters, a length of thirty or forty meters, and a strange black horn on its head, and it is also invulnerable? That terrifying guy, at that time, he went to explore The team members swallowed several of them alive!”

After becoming a sperm, Boss Luo glanced at the maid, and his eyes conveyed this message.

The maid lady also looked at her master for the first time and conveyed the same message: He had indeed become a sperm.

Song Haoran seemed to still have lingering fears, "Faced with that kind of terrifying guy, the weapons we had on hand were unable to cause any harm to it. In the end, we had to escape from that place. Only later did we find out that the... The ruins are nothing but fiction."

"That's such a pity." Boss Luo sighed.

Song Haoran looked at the two of them curiously, and asked equally curiously: "Do you believe it?"

Luo Qiu smiled and said, "Brother Song is talking about the ruins of the ancient civilization, or is he referring to the huge python?"

Song Haoran was stunned. Of course, what he meant was that the huge python was so huge after all, it was a completely alien creature, which really subverted ordinary people's cognition.

But he didn't expect that this young man named Luo Qiu actually divided the question into two parts... Or should I say that he believed everything in his story from the beginning?

"Hahaha, I'm starting to really like you." Song Haoran laughed happily, "I told this story to several people later, but obviously they all just regarded it as something I used at the dance. A beautiful lie that gets the attention of a beautiful woman.”

"I'm just interested in weird things." Luo Qiu gave an explanation that wasn't an explanation, "My major is paleontology."

At this time, the waiter began to bring the pre-dinner drinks. Song Haoran called the waiter away and pulled out the cork himself, "Can I drink?"

"good."

"Then try this. It's brewed from sugar cane. It's very sweet." He then looked at You Ye, "I think even ladies will like the taste."

At this moment, a huge noise suddenly came from outside the restaurant!

I saw a black car that suddenly lost control and rushed directly into the shop next to it. The huge noise was the sound made when the black car hit the shop facade!

The front of the car was dented, while the crowd around looked at it in horror... there was a woman screaming!

At this time, a man who looked like a driver opened the door in front of the car. His forehead must have touched something, and it was broken, so there was blood. He climbed out of the front seat with difficulty and quickly opened the back door of the car.

I saw that the driver looked very panicked at this time, and he moved out another rich middle-aged man from the back seat. The driver was shouting something in horror... And this rich middle-aged man who was moved out by the driver Human body is motionless.

If bystanders get close enough, they will notice that there is a small bleeding hole at the temple of this rich middle-aged man!

Obviously, this rich middle-aged man was secretly shot!

The chaos was spreading among the crowd, and screams were everywhere... The guests in the restaurant had obviously noticed this scene. Many customers ran to the window to watch, and some even walked out of the restaurant directly.

"It seems that someone was killed." Song Haoran suddenly said, "This kind of situation is quite common here. But it may be a little uncomfortable for you. But once you get used to it, you won't feel anything. .in addition……"

Luo Qiu looked towards him.

Song Haoran didn't even look outside at this time. He was still pouring the sweet pre-dinner wine into the cup, very calmly, and the movements of his hands were unusually smooth.

It wasn't until all three cups were half filled that Song Haoran picked up the cup in front of him, and then touched Luo Qiu's and You Ye's cups gently.

He looked at the two of them with a smile and said softly: "Welcome to the City of God."