"Damn it. It's getting colder and colder."
At 1: 30 a.m. in the middle of the night in Flosinone, in a warehouse sentry post in the Benatia community, Martinez, the night watchman of the Marat Security Company, rubbed his bald head and said to his companion, Galiardini, who was beside him,
Galliardini, who was limping on his right leg, looked around vigilantly when he heard Martinez's words. He then replied, "If you feel cold, you can buy a new pair of cotton pants after the company gives you your salary this month. You have been wearing this pair of cotton pants ever since I met you. If you continue to wear it, your rheumatism will act up."
Martinez, who was short and fat, shook his head when he heard Galliardini's suggestion. He said, "I do want a new pair of cotton pants, but unfortunately, our boss is so stingy. He only gives me two shillings and ten pence a month. That money is only enough for the five of us to eat. I don't have any spare money to buy a new pair of cotton pants."
After saying that, Martinez sighed. Then, he picked up the flagon beside him and took a big gulp to warm himself up.
Gagliardini smelled the pungent aroma in the wine pot and knew that his partner must be drinking "Hege" again.
'Hege' meant green spring in the Carmen language. It was also a specialty product of Flosinone. Due to its low price, one sip of it could warm up the body. Therefore, it was very popular among the middle and lower class workers and farmers in Flosinone. However, despite the pleasant name, Hege was very popular and sold very well in Flosinone.
In fact, it was just a mixture of industrial alcohol and water with some cheap spices. Every year, dozens of alcoholics in Flosinone lost their lives because of Hege, but it still couldn't stop the poor workers and farmers from loving it.
When Galliardini saw Martinez drinking Hege, he subconsciously wanted to remind him that it was very harmful to his body. However, he opened his mouth but didn't say anything. In the end, he could only shake his head helplessly. With Martinez's financial condition, he couldn't afford any other alcohol except Hege. If he didn't have Hege to warm his body, he would be in a worse condition in this sentry post.
After taking a mouthful of Hegge, Martinez felt his frozen body warming up again. He also regained his energy. He seemed to have thought of something, and asked Galiardini mysteriously in a low voice, "Do you know what's in here?"
Hearing Martinez's question, Galliardini didn't think too much about it. He just shook his head and said, "I don't know. The higher-ups didn't say anything about it, but it should be some wood or something. Who cares what it is? The two of us are just guarding here at night to prevent thieves from coming in. It has nothing to do with us whether the things in the warehouse are gold or mud! "
Martinez curled his lips in response to Galliardini's words, then continued in a low voice, "I heard that a few days ago, the warehouse in Andrea Community was robbed by thieves. It's said that a total of 500 sets of ceramics were stolen. How much do you think they are worth?"
Galiardini seemed to have sensed something amiss from Martinez's words. He glanced at Martinez and warned him, "I'm telling you, don't you dare have any bad intentions. The corpses of the three people who were hanged last month have just been collected by the police!"
"Galliardini, you bastard! What are you talking about? Do you think I, Martinez, am that kind of person?" Gagliardini's words seemed to have hit Martinez where it hurt. Martinez immediately retorted angrily, "That's right.
After that, Martinez changed his tone. He thought for a while and continued, "Although I won't collude with those gangs, if they really come here, Solti, that old miser, can't expect me to work for him for his two shillings and ten pence. I still have a wife and children, and they still need me to work to support them …"
"Crack!"
As soon as Martinez finished speaking, a crisp sound suddenly came from outside the sentry post. This immediately attracted the attention of Martinez and Galiardini who were inside the sentry post.
Martinez, who had just said that he wouldn't risk his life for two shillings and ten pence, had a look of fear on his chubby face. Then, he decisively hid under the lookout table. What the eye doesn't see, the heart doesn't grieve over.
Although Martinez was a coward, his companion, Galliardini, was very brave, even though he was a little lame and couldn't move very well. He looked back at Martinez, who was shivering under the table, and knew that he couldn't count on him. He immediately picked up the kerosene lamp in the sentry post and carefully walked out of the sentry post to see what was going on outside.
Before he could take two steps out of the sentry post, Martinez felt a black shadow flashing past. Before he could react, a sharp blade was pressed against his waist. Galliardini hesitated for a while, but didn't choose to resist. He cleverly raised his hands and surrendered.
"Let's go back!"
A low voice sounded in Gagliardini's ears. It was the bandit who had taken him hostage and ordered him, "Don't worry.
This order allowed Galiardini to vaguely see the situation of the person who had kidnapped him. This person was tall and sturdy. Although his face couldn't be seen clearly because of the mask, he could imagine that this person was definitely a ruthless person.
While Gagliardini was trying to gather more information about the kidnapper, the kidnapper realized that Gagliardini had failed to carry out his orders. He didn't hold back and punched Gagliardini's back hard. Gagliardini didn't even have time to cry out before he was knocked unconscious.
After that, the gangster who was wearing a mask threw Galliardini into the sentry post. Seeing Galliardini being thrown into the sentry post, Martinez, who was hiding under the table, was scared out of his wits. He wailed, "Don't kill me!"
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