Chapter 4 Chapter Four

Matilde's Italian Pizzeria, owned by the general, is closed on Sundays, and the scone stands stand by the side of the road.The general's wife always likes to go to the house of her sister who lives in Orange County on non-business days, and the general is happy to play ball alone at home.Still, this Sunday, his ball was safe and sound in a box in the garage.The general is waiting for the visitor. He had done his homework, made a detailed plan, and passed on the message.The former partners who came out of Baumet Prison are coming to discuss the big plan. The general pulled the chairs out from under the big round table, which had been cleared the night before, and brought out the anisette, wine glasses, a plate of olives, and some large slices of pizza.The pizza was cold, but the flavor was still good.They're not here for pizza anyway.He counted the chairs. There were eight. He had expected ten people to show up, but Lal and Jack were so careless that they were caught with guns and stolen goods when the police were checking for drunk drivers one night. carpet.Since then, they have been unable to go anywhere for several years.Thinking of this, the general couldn't help shaking his head.He kept telling them to stay away from guns.Possession of a firearm doubles your sentence.

He heard the sound of the motorcycle engine and immediately went to the back door.Joe Tsai, in a clean T-shirt and shaved, nodded and smiled as he walked across the dusty parking lot. salute!They shook hands.Qiao Zai looked behind the general.Mathilde? The general replied: She is not in the way. She has gone to Orange County and will come back at night. Very good!What a big day, isn't it?what do you think?Will it work? The general patted Qiao Zai on the back, feeling the solid muscles that had been exercised by carrying stones and cement for ten hours a day.If everything is as you said it will work.

Qiao Zai knew the general too well, so he didn't ask any more questions.The general always liked to express his opinion in public.They walked down a narrow passage filled with beer kegs to the restaurant.Joe looked around at the rough plaster walls, ship-shaped wrought-iron sconces, posters of Venice and Pizza, and a small tiled bar. credit.Next to it is a framed photo of General Zhang and his wife posing with a man in a tie. The expressions of the couple are quite stiff. What a great place, it feels quite cozy.Qiao Zai pointed to the photo, who is that person? That's Mr. Mayor.He loves pizza and his father is from Italy.There was another car sound outside, the general moved his fat body and walked past Qiao Zai.Get yourself a drink!

A Renault van and a dirty white Peugeot were parked in the shade of a tree, and a crowd of people, one of whom was resting against a tree trunk, was noisy.The general counted.It's all here. Hello everyone!He went out to meet them, people he hadn't seen in years.He shook hands with them one by one, looking at them.They were apparently in very good health.With anticipation, he led them into the restaurant.The old days seemed to come back.All is well, a respectable life, but one needs a little stimulation eventually. Come on, sit down, sit down.They pulled up the chair, and Qiao Zai, who was the second person, carefully sat beside the general.The bottle was thus passed, the glass was filled, and the cigarette lit.The general looked at everyone at the round table, stroked his beard, and smiled.Well, it's been a long time, tell me have you all become billionaires?No one rushed to speak.What's wrong?You thought there were cops hiding behind the bar?tell me.

What follows is not a successful chapter.Fernand, who was in charge of detonating the bomb, lost two fingers and a scar on his cheek in a mistimed blast and is now working in an auto repair shop.Bashir, who has a narrow Arab face and loves throwing knives, found a less dangerous job as a waiter in a cafe in Yavij.Claude, who is still burly and strong, made good use of his broad back and strong arms to work as a plasterer with Qiao Zai.The Borel brothers, short and stocky with weather-stained faces, are no longer stealing cars and are helping out at a landscape garden center near Carbonhal.Among them, the only one who had a previous job was Shang, who made a living as a pickpocket in train stations and markets.

The general listens carefully to each person's story.As he expected.They could make a fortune.The wine glass was filled again, and the general began to speak. He said that at first, when Qiao Zai told him this idea, he didn't take it seriously.But on the one hand, because of the memory of the past, but also out of curiosity, he made a few phone calls and did some research. He was not very careful, but he was careful enough. Slowly, he began to believe that this idea was feasible.While this may take several months, it will eventually work. The faces at the round table showed great interest.Claude stopped rolling the tobacco, raised his head, and asked the question everyone wanted to ask.What is it?

My friend, it's the bank.A great, rich little bank. damn it!Bashir shook his head.Didn't you keep telling us to stay away from guns. The general said: No need to rob, you won't even leave fingerprints. How can it be?Do we just walk into the bank and tell them we're broke, and that's it? They weren't there at all.We can take down the bank within six to eight hours. The general leaned back and smiled.That's the part he's always loved: They're all hooked, and waiting to see what's next.He drank the wine and carefully wiped his beard with the back of his hand.He said: Now, imagine that it's a weekend night in Sog Island, antiques fair weekend.He waved to the people who were paying attention. On July 14 next year, the whole town will celebrate the National Day crazily. The cash of hundreds of antique dealers will be locked in the bank at night.He paused for a moment, my friend, the countless white money is all ours!

The carrot that seduced everyone is now placed on the table like this.There was silence as the general told how they got the money. Before midnight on Saturdays, when the city was having a good time, they dived into rivers and crawled into sewers.The weather in July is suitable for fast water skiing on the river.Fernand can blast the floor of the safe room with dynamite.Amidst the booming fireworks of the celebration, no one was suspicious of other explosions.It only takes two or three hits and the floor is blown apart.Then they'll have a good night. Fernand rubbed the scar on his cheek. After all these years, the scar still itch occasionally.What to do with the alarm system?Normally, the alarm system is wired to the police station.

The general was very happy and told the details one by one.That's right!He shrugged.Usually yes.But they did not install wiring in the room where the safe was placed, only two more doors.One leads to the bank and the other to the back door into a small park. These people smoked and thought about the money.The general cut himself a slice of pizza.Qiao Zai on the side seemed uneasy because of his impatience.How to enter the bank, he is clear, the problem is how to get out, and get away with it. The general continued: "When we have had enough fun inside and cleared all the safes, it will be Sunday morning, and the market will have already begun."The whole town is so crowded that the cars are like peanuts in a butternut candy, unable to move.However, we must get out of there anyway.The general moved his belly off the table, belched, and used a matchstick to scrape the fish from between his teeth.

There are only two inconveniences.He raised his fat and short fingers. First, there is a routine security check between noon and one o'clock on Sunday.I have been observing for four weeks.A couple of policemen would do a routine check, and just as the market was over, they would count the flower pots on the bank ladder before heading home for lunch.So, anyway, we have to get out before noon.Also, we cannot escape the past.Even in July, it was rather strange to watch people come out of the river waving piles of five-hundred-franc notes.He paused and took a sip of his drink.No, the way out is through the bank and into the park.

Qiao Tsai's cup stopped halfway to his mouth.Through the bank doors? Through the door, of course.The general held up two fingers.The second problem, as far as we know, is the wiring installed on the door. Then the alarm bell rang, and Bashir said: We have to go back to the bitter cellar for ten years, no, thank you! The general smiled and said: Dude, you still haven't changed!Still a happy optimist.But you forgot, we still have time to escape.Not much, two or three minutes, even more time if the traffic is as bad as it was at the market! Claude's chubby face was crumpled with trying to think.but if the traffic is bad The general said: The traffic is bad, it's for the cars.And we don't have a car at all.Who wants some pizza?awesome! Pickpocket Shang uttered the longest sentence of the morning: Never mind the pizza!How on earth do we escape? It's easy, ride a bike!The general raised his left hand and patted his right hand.In just two minutes, we're out of the traffic and out of town.At this time, the police were still helpless in the police car!He stroked his beard with satisfaction.It works. He raised his hand, signaled everyone not to ask questions, and made some explanations.Everyone brings their cycling gear into the room where the safe is located. Gloves, shorts, hats, and the bright, pocketed tracksuits worn by cyclists.Their pockets will bulge, but don't cyclists' pockets often bulge too?Who would doubt that their pockets are full of money?Who bothers to look?Every Sunday, there are many cyclists on the road, and they blend in without being obtrusive at all.They just disappear.Simply the perfect camouflage, a sight that couldn't be more common in summer!And very fast. Notice!The general raised a warning finger.There is another small thing: you must maintain good physical fitness, and you must ride at the highest speed for 20 to 30 kilometers without throwing up.But that's okay, just a little practice. He waved his hand in mid-air.We still have a few months to train.Ride 100 kilometers every Sunday, and you'll be fit enough for the trip to France. After the anisette was finished, the general went to the bar to get another bottle, and everyone at the table looked at each other and began to talk.The general intends to let them discuss and discuss, let them think clearly before grouping. General?One of the Borel brothers laughed: "When was the last time you rode a hundred kilometers?" The first few days, though, I was all about driving.God made some butts fit in the saddle of a bike, but mine wasn't.let me ask you.The general unscrewed the cap and sent the bottle across the table.When was the last time you had Mark in your pocket?I mean white money? A handful of banknotes.Joe Tsai said. Borel said nothing.The general came over and patted him on the cheek. He said: Do it!One day, we'll be drinking champagne!