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 The thunder roared and the rain fell in wild waves.

Dwight stood at the edge of the factory and used the warm yellow light to carefully observe the boy who walked out of the storm. Even wearing a black and sharp windbreaker could not conceal the youthful taste in the boy's bones. Dwight boasted of one thing

He can identify the person very accurately. If his guess is correct, this "temporary commissioner" probably thinks that his high school son is the same age as the other person, 16, 17 at most, but his 17-year-old brat is still in the school toilet.

When Flying Leaves, the boy was already smuggling cultural relics with the gang, and it seemed that this was not his first time.

As usual, there was a silver half-dead World Tree on the collar of the boy's black windbreaker. Dwight finally began to search in his mind which foreign terrorist organization's code name this was. Such a young boy had dozens of youthful figures on his body.

His aura was twice as fierce, reminding him of those terrifying boy scouts who grew up in drug lords' dens. I'm afraid he had as many lives on his hands as he did. Comparing this comparison, he wished his son would fly more leaves.

, at least it won’t be life-threatening.

“I want to inspect the ammunition before the forklift arrives.”

Lin Nian took out a paper towel from his windbreaker pocket and wiped his hands dry. The Aryan man beside him immediately took the waste paper towel and put it in his pocket.

 He said this sentence in a declarative sentence, not a prayer sentence, which meant that he gave Dwight and his gang no room to consider it.

“Your friend has already experienced the goods just now.”

 “What I want to examine is what’s inside.”

 “But this is somewhat against the rules.”

Dwight tried to make his voice as low as possible in order to suppress his fear and nervousness. Even if the other person had a strange background, he didn't want to show his timidity in front of a 17-year-old child. It was a matter of face. People like them relied on being fierce on the streets.

Even if the bastards meet an alien one day, they will still have to take out their gun, point it at its frog head and yell: wele_to_street!

“Rules? Whose rules?” Lin Nian turned around and asked.

 “Those who live on the streets always have our own rules!”

 Wrong answer.

Without giving the answer he wanted, Dwight clearly felt a knife-like gaze directed at him that was about to peel off flesh and bones. He wanted to be more cunning and look back at Guo Jiang Qianglong in front of him.

, but just seeing the other party's pale golden eyes from the corner of his eye, he couldn't help but tremble in his legs and knees, and he couldn't help but secretly curse himself in his heart. What happened today? In reality, he didn't even let out a single fart.

“Inspection.” Lin Nian said calmly.

The Aryan man on the side heard the instructions and walked straight towards the gang members who were blocking things. This made this group of idiots with only muscles and guns and no brains nervous. Their faces became straight and congested under the huge pressure.

Veins sprouted on his forehead, and they didn't know whether to step forward to stop him or just raise his gun and shoot at this guy. They could see that as long as the boy didn't speak, even if they really shot the Aryan man, they wouldn't necessarily step back.

step.

"Let him inspect the goods first! Anyway, he can't carry the things away by himself. Let's not be so petty. After all, we are people who want to do big business!" Dwight backed down again and again before the situation almost collapsed, although he meant

Weak, but the words he spoke were as if they took the initiative to give him face. It was not unreasonable for this guy to get into the position of gang think tank.

The crowd quietly parted, revealing a Chinese-style coffin with dark brown lacquered poetry and carvings behind it. When Lin Nian's eyes fell on the two lines of poetry on the coffin lid, he suddenly frowned. Chinese was his mother tongue, including everyone present.

He is the only one who has the deepest understanding of the general meaning of this line of poetry.

The Aryan man walked to the Chinese coffin and took out a fine steel knife from his cuff, and slowly cut it along the seal of the coffin lid. The coffin and red paint were scraped off by the blade and fell to the ground, stained with a layer of dog blood.

It was so dark that any cultural relics expert would be so heartbroken when seeing this scene that he would have a heart attack. However, as buyers of cultural relics, they directly took action during the inspection stage, as if they were not afraid at all of damaging the value of the cultural relics themselves.

Dwight's eyebrows twitched unconsciously when he saw this scene. He was not concerned about the damage to the cultural relics, but was afraid that the Aryan man had stood with him for so long. He didn't even notice that the other man had a handful of such things hidden in his sleeves.

With a long weapon, if the situation breaks down early, the first person to die will not be the two people opposite him, but himself, whose neck will be wiped off like lightning.

The knife was inserted halfway into the coffin. The Aryan man turned his head to look at Lin Nian not far away. After receiving a nod of approval, he took a deep breath. His arms and clothes were stretched by the muscles bulging from the exertion.

There was a gap in the coffin, and a swirling airflow of gray smoke surged out from inside.

At the moment when the coffin was opened, the sky outside the factory was suddenly dyed a blazing white color by the thunder that tore through the darkness. The dazzling lightning cast the shadows of everyone in the factory on the ground and stretched them as slim as ghosts.

A thunderstorm exploded at just the right time, and thunder rolled across the sky and the earth.

Dwight suddenly turned back and looked at the stormy night outside the factory at the strong winds and waves in the port. Perhaps due to an illusion, he seemed to hear a whale call that could not exist inland, hidden in the roar of thunder and rain, high and mournful.

It is so gentle that those who suddenly hear it feel a sense of loneliness and fear from the bottom of their bones.

The world is lonely and desolate.

  —

  —

The Aryan man glanced into the gap through the warm yellow light pouring into the coffin. The expression on his face suddenly tightened, with ecstasy, horror, and fear mixed in his pupils. He suppressed his emotions and turned to look at Lin.

Nian Shen nodded.

The rain outside is getting heavier, and the wind has reached level nine as predicted by the weather forecast. The entire port area is filled with subtle noises, which are the noises caused by the collision of small containers. A level nine storm can even blow cars into the sky.

Yes, but tonight it seems that Level 9 is not the real climax.

At this time, in the rainy night outside the factory, the sound of forklifts transporting goods could be heard from far to near. The dazzling headlights shone into the factory from the rainy night, casting the shadow of Lin Nian, who was facing the storm.

On the coffin in the distance, Dwight and the gangsters who turned to look at the forklift were blinded by the white light and cursed repeatedly asking the driver to turn it off.

 The forklift drove into the factory, its headlights turned off and its engine stalled.

Dwight rubbed his eyes and took a step forward, but stopped dead in his tracks the next moment.

He stared at the empty fork and even the empty cab. Huge panic and anger burst out in his heart. He turned his head and looked fiercely at Lin Nian, who was still expressionless next to him.

At some point, the Aryan man had returned from the coffin and resumed his dead silence.

"You fool me?"

 Even now, Dwight did not directly break his face, but instead accused the dishonest traders around him with resentment.

"One hundred m16a1 fully automatic rifles and fifty m911 semi-automatic pistols are exchanged for a coffin of cultural relics smuggled from China. This is the price we negotiated in advance." Lin Nian said calmly as he looked at the coffin, even from the corner of his eye.

There is no Dwight left behind. “The Firearms Owners Protection Act of the United States explicitly prohibits civilians from owning fully automatic rifles produced after 1986, because in the event of a shooting, the casualties caused by fully automatic rifles will be dozens of semi-automatic rifles.”

More than times."

"Are you a cop?" Dwight's face distorted after hearing these words. As soon as he said these words, some of the more than 20 gang members not far away were quick to react and were ready to raise their pistols and aim at Lin Nian and Aryan.

man.

Snapped.

　　　It was not a gunshot, but the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

 First there was a sharp sound of wind that tore through the eardrums, and then a man's arm holding a pistol fell to the ground.

Blood gurgled out from the fracture, and soon gathered into a pool of blood, reflecting the dull look on everyone's face.

Among the gang members, the man who was the first to react and raise the gun was also the first to lose an arm tonight. When he sensed something was wrong, he shook the empty severed arm, and the severe pain traveled along the nerves.

When he reached the end of his central nervous system, screams, tears and snot poured out all at once. He knelt on the ground and pressed the wound, trying to stop the gushing blood.

"Don't point the gun at me." Lin Nian's cold voice slowly sounded amidst the screams.

Dozens of mechanical sounds of pulling gun bolts continued together. Dozens of gang members subconsciously raised their guns. Several more heart-wrenching sounds of wind passed through the factory. The same number of sounds of heavy objects falling to the ground were heard without a single gunshot.

The sound was successfully triggered, but instead the arms piled up on the ground like ham sausages!

 A large amount of shocking blood spurted out in the open field, mixed with the sound of thunder and rain, and the screams of dozens of men gathered together like an accompaniment to the torture of the devils in Paradise Lost.

Dwight's pupils narrowed as he stared at Lin Nian. The boy had a knife in his hand at some point. He looked back at the coffin as if he remembered something. The knife inserted on it was indeed gone. This meant

The boy had the same knife in his hand.

 How did he get the knife from a distance of tens of meters? How did he cut off those arms?

Dwight's brain was shut down. Unnecessary Thunder's face had lost all color and he was defeated. He couldn't figure out what happened, but it didn't prevent him from knowing an established fact in front of him.

monster.

 This boy who came on the big waves on a stormy night is definitely a monster!

 “Do you understand?” Lin Nian looked at Dwight, his pale golden eyes filled with uncertainty.

Dwight didn't know what kind of mood he was in. Maybe he nodded without even realizing it. He stood there like a wet No-Maj, with sweat and rain mixed in, leaving his throat extremely dry.

 “Put the things on the forklift.” Lin Nian said.

“Those who still have two hands can move it,” he said after a moment.

 The situation has been decided, huge fear has engulfed everyone in this factory, transactions no longer exist, and now there is only the common black and white.

Dwight was naturally one of the people who still had two hands. Almost 80% of the more than 20 gang members lost one hand in an instant. The remaining few men who were slow to react and were lucky did not raise their guns.

Naturally, I am lucky to have healthy hands to work with.

Lin Nian supervised this group of ready-made laborers without saying a word, his fingers tapping gently and rhythmically on the arms around him. Under the overwhelming majesty of the Golden Eyes, Dwight stood stiffly and stepped in a pool of blood with several of his colleagues.

Walked to the coffin.

Their legs were a little weak, and they were scared out of their wits by the scene just now. They have seen cruel things in so many years on the streets, but this is the first time they have seen such a bone-deep weirdness. Street men

The bloody nature was completely extinguished by the blood flowing from the warm living arms piled up on the ground.

Several hands tremblingly touched the coffin, and a feeling that was colder than a glacier spread throughout their bodies. At this time, not only Dwight, but everyone who touched the dark brown coffin heard the endless dark storm outside the port area.

The cry of whales in the night is so sad and resentful that it reminds people of the deep and endless black ocean. But outside the port area is not the sea, but the huge Lake Michigan. Where are the whales? It can't be a lake.
To be continued...