Chapter 3: The Roe Deer Project

There are exactly four hours left until we begin our operation. We have decided to take a collective nap, especially me, as I need to go restock early tomorrow morning. Staying up late again tonight is too much for my body to handle

Li Jieke : `` ... ... ''

The three of us, Old Dog, Little Li, and I, do not know what kind of karma we have accumulated. We have been classmates since elementary school all the way through university, and we were even in the same class. Such a probability could only exist in a novel. At that time, my parents had not yet encountered any misfortune, and my understanding of fairies was still limited to "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" and "A Chinese Ghost Story"

The old dog scratched its head: "What does changing skin have to do with Jordan?"

Before he could finish speaking, Xiaoyue interrupted him: "If you dare to add the character 'er' after my name, I will poison you to death." Her tone was serious, leaving the old dog feeling alarmed and terrified

I am almost full, so this is the best time to discuss matters: "Well, comrades, everyone stop for a moment, we need to come up with a battle plan, otherwise it will definitely be chaotic later, especially you two, be serious!"

I estimate that Xiaoyue is afraid that taking a regular taxi will leave evidence. Life, having such a clever younger sister, what use do I have for my own brain.

When we finally arrived at our destination, as soon as Bi Fang got out of the car, she burst into laughter. Among us, she has the lowest threshold for humor, laughing with such abandon that even the driver was puzzled.

You dog of a person, even if I am a woman, I cannot allow you to ruin me; my 0.2 mechanical pencil cannot accommodate your 0.5 lead.

Time flies quickly; soon it was twelve o'clock. Having hardly slept, we got dressed and prepared to wake up Xiaoyue and the others. However, as soon as we stepped outside, we saw the two of them sitting in the lobby watching "My Fair Princess." A line from the show echoed, "Your Majesty, do you still remember Xia Yuhua by the Daming Lake?"

To be honest, at that moment, the driver's expression was even more vivid than that of Leonardo DiCaprio. As someone with a very high threshold for humor, I almost couldn't hold back my laughter, and with the driver's next remark, none of us could maintain our composure any longer

"You little brat, you are a Chinese, why not learn something better? Instead, you learn from that Michael Jordan, changing your skin like that, truly disgraceful for a man." After saying this, without even asking for money, he stepped on the gas and drove away in a cloud of dust

The old dog was filled with righteous indignation, while Xiao Li Zi smiled at me with a sly grin

It is a grievance; even if they ask me to go, I wouldn't. How embarrassing! Back when I was driving the Qinghai-Tibet line, it was only a few days after the Titanic sank. The foreigners were quite clueless; this guy probably doesn't understand Chinese, right? He looks like a typical Englishman, and the English are particularly fond of putting on airs while lacking any real ability. In the words of the current generation, this is what they call a "golden retriever rich kid." Later, let's help our country extract more foreign exchange from him, letting him earn money from us Chinese for no reason. This guy has definitely inherited all the advantages of taxi drivers over the decades; his mouth is incredibly sharp. Our faces were almost turning green from embarrassment, and Xiao Li was even more awkward, his expression extremely complicated. However, he didn't say anything, probably because he couldn't articulate it; he hasn't even left his province and yet found himself halfway across the globe.

"Yunzi, how long have we known each other?" The old dog’s gaze remained hazy, so he flicked the ash into the cup he usually drinks water from

Old dog : `` ... ... ''

"In situations like this, even a casual burglar could easily swipe this item, yet you didn't notice how that Chen fellow appeared to be on high alert?" Xiao Li continued to analyze for us

Many things in the world are like this: if one does not strive, one gives up. Who can truly know what they have given up? Who can easily determine the course of their next life? At the very least, Wang Lao Er certainly cannot. If he had such strength, he would have long since become the tenth member of the Standing Committee. As for guarding the entrance of an inconspicuous small unit? Therefore, many times we must have the courage to take a gamble; otherwise, we won't even have a chance to win, will we

Over there, let's take an unlicensed taxi. Xiaoyue pointed to an unlicensed taxi, where the driver was eating fried skewers

An old dog lies feebly; in this world, nothing is more tragic than speaking with sincerity while the listener remains ambiguous.

What happened to this girl? Has she lost her mind? I heard this place is quite eerie; it's a good thing you all found me, as others really wouldn't dare to come here with the books

I was carelessly stuffing meat into my mouth while drinking wine, and I was talking with my mouth full: "Old dog, you say you belong to the Dog in the Five Elements, why don’t you eat meat? Every time we have to get a yin-yang hot pot base, it’s such a hassle for Xiao Yue, how can you bear it?"

As for Xiao Li and Bi Fang, they completely disregard us, wholeheartedly focused on cooking and then feeding each other. The moral standards of society are declining, which is truly unbearable to witness

Now that we have had our fill of food and drink, we need to start planning the main route and specific operational procedures for our action. The photos provided by Chen Fatty have the address written on the back, along with an approximate number of security personnel and their distribution.

Thus, in the future, we will dominate all, making various chaotic organizations around the world revere us, powerful enough to rival the military of a small nation. The entire group was forcibly stuffed into a black car, which was permeated with the aroma of barbecued meat.

In our small city, the pace of life is slow, so even late at night at the night market, one can see countless people dressed in pajamas and cotton slippers, enjoying barbecues and beer, or savoring a bowl of food of unknown origin with great delight

Just as I was about to compliment her, she suddenly interjected, "At this hour, unlicensed taxis are a bit cheaper than regular ones; after 11 o'clock, taxi fares increase"

I don't know, it's been quite a few years, right? For matters that test memory, one should consult Xiao Li. It seems I've known you since I started keeping records; back then, you were just a 2B.

"Master, I am truly a foreigner, I am really a foreigner!" Little Li ran a few steps after him, but he never caught up, and returned to us in disappointment

"Cursing us for being blind, huh? We are not blind; who would dare to mistreat a girl like her?" After saying this, he quickly shoved the headphones back in, turned to the side, and continued to feign interest in his English textbook for the second semester of the second year of junior high.

The subsequent matters unfolded smoothly. We called Wang Laoer, and we also came up with a name for this burglary plan, calling it the "Silly Roe Deer Plan," which is concise yet profound. We informed Wang Laoer that we would give him a maximum of ten percent, but he stubbornly refused. In the end, after some back-and-forth negotiations, he settled for a middle ground, and he went on to ramble on about a lot of things.

Since we are going to catch the silly roe deer, we have decided to take action tonight right after midnight, as that place is not too far from us anyway

Xiaoyue's voice was quite low: "It's not troublesome, just two packets of instant noodles mixed with some water"

Surprisingly, this time it was not the old dog responding, but rather that reserved fellow, Xiao Li: "If you were a woman, what would you look like? You are indirectly insulting us."

In my childhood, I was definitely the kind of person that even dogs would disdain to chase. Therefore, from elementary school to middle school, my classmates often made fun of me. To be honest, I hardly ever understood what they were saying; I would just zone out. However, Old Dog and Little Li had quite good hearing and frequently got into fights over these trivial matters. With their skills, it would have been as easy as pie to take down those clueless kids, but their father strictly forbade them from using their abilities, so they could only resort to hand-to-hand combat. Even though they were impressive in that regard, the numbers were against them. Once, Little Li was ambushed with a brick, and he ended up bleeding. That incident was also the only reason I ever got into a fight. I threw the guy who ambushed him directly off the third floor, and at that moment, his group was left dumbfounded. The guy I threw was so scared that he lost control in mid-air. Not long ago, he came over to play mahjong with us, and he said that even now, when he sees me, he feels the urge to urinate. After that, I continued to zone out, but no one made fun of me anymore; they all started teasing that guy who lost control in the air. Since then, he has been nicknamed "Airline" and that has stuck with him to this day.

The old dog is employing a policy of indirect rescue, knowing that Xiaoyue is quite traditional and that his little schemes cannot be hidden from her. Thus, he simply takes a roundabout approach to express his feelings.

We live on the second floor of the bar, with Xiaoyue and Big Fang sharing a room, while I share a room with the other two. Old Dog leans against the bed smoking, his gaze unfocused, lost in some fantasy. Little Li, with headphones on, holds a second-year English textbook, muttering the words to himself. I am reading a high-end magazine on social and cultural topics, "Zhiyin," anyway, none of us three feel sleepy.

The old dog glanced at his senior brother and Bi Fang, then looked at Yueyue: "Xiao Yue, I believe that love is better experienced when one is young. When you get older, the first thing you do is ask each other how many people you've dated, or even how many you've slept with, and it all seems so casual, so open-minded, as if it doesn't matter at all. What do you think?"

The driver is clearly an experienced hand; he skillfully avoided all the main roads, weaving through alleys and narrow lanes. In the tightest spots, the vehicle barely passed by, showcasing the driver's remarkable skills. If it were me behind the wheel, I would likely have scraped a black car into a zebra crossing. Yet, he managed to navigate without a scratch, even in the dimly lit alleys where visibility was nearly nonexistent.

The crowd shook their heads in confusion

As for my little Yue, she remained even more composed: "You are not wrong, what do you want to do?"

Bi Fang pouted, looking quite displeased, fearing that the event would be canceled, and that the excitement she had just ignited would be extinguished: "You are talking nonsense! Anyone who associates with Wang Lao Er would feel like they are facing a formidable enemy."

Wang Dehai can make a fuss even over a piece of green vegetable. While chewing, he said: "Don't call me by my nickname, it's all Wang Laorer's doing. When we were young, he tricked me into eating raw meat, which left me with psychological trauma. Otherwise, why would I bother with the moon..."

Bi Fang and Xiao Yue are both excellent cooks. Our dinner quickly made a striking appearance; although it is said that hot pot does not require much skill, if not done properly, it can easily turn into spicy hot pot.

We will first walk as previously agreed, and after reaching the night market, we will take a taxi to avoid any potential issues that may arise, should things go awry and someone come looking for us

I thought about it: "He probably meant to say Michael Jackson; he must have mixed up these two."

Bi Fang's argument is not without merit, but I still find Xiao Li Zi to be more reliable

I have philosophized

An old dog does not understand: "Why?"

Master, your skills are so exceptional that it would be a shame to use them just to drive for Obama. The old dog is a car enthusiast, but his driving skills are quite poor, which is why he sincerely admires this remarkable individual who can handle four wheels as if they were two, along with the books.

Then Little Li took my sketch, doodled on it for a while, and after pondering, said: "Hmm, nothing special, just an ordinary exhibition hall. Don't you find it strange?"

At that moment, Xiao Li took out his wallet and walked up: "Master, here is your payment. Thank you, your skills are truly impressive. Next time we need a ride, we will look for you again"

What annoys me the most is the endless discussion of trivial matters, so I interrupted their nonsense: "Let’s not dwell on that; after all, there is a reward of 300,000. Let’s just consider it as if we won the second prize in the Double Color Ball lottery, regardless of how strange it may be. And one more thing, don’t leave anything behind, Yueyue, bring me that bag of vermicelli."

"Go ahead, say whatever you want. If I were a woman, I would have been ruined by you all long ago."

We have decided to go through with this plan. In my opinion, we should first have a hot pot meal and then slowly greet Wang Laoer. Otherwise, if the old man senses our urgency, he might resort to some underhanded tactics against us, and in the end, it will definitely not be him who suffers the consequences.

Xiao Yue looked around and I knew she was just looking for a taxi. She had no interest in prying into what others were thinking; apart from being merciless towards us, she kept her distance from everyone else. She once said that if she were to spy on the thoughts of everyone passing by every day, she would have gone mad long ago, and how could she then maintain a healthy and positive attitude towards life

"You are such a fool, aren't you? When was it not the two of us helping you fight? Have you forgotten how that scar on Xiao Li's forehead came to be? You heartless one." The old dog is quite sensitive to the term 'fool', and with a sudden movement, he sat up from the bed like a carp leaping, crawled to Xiao Li's upper bunk, and turned his head towards me.

Is this the extent of it? The security department at my middle school was stricter than this; I was even caught climbing over the wall. The old dog scoffed at the distribution map I drafted, having been quite impressive in middle school himself. Aside from his underdeveloped mindset, his abilities were not much different from now. He could easily reach eighty miles per hour with just a shift into first gear. However, he was once caught by the security department while sneaking out to play video games, which has left him with lingering resentment towards the security office of his alma mater.