It was still evening, and the clouds on the horizon gradually lost their light golden color, replaced by the gray afterglow of the sunset. A Boeing passenger plane bound for London taxied from the runway on time, took off, penetrated into the clouds, and soon put its wings under this city.
Leave the prosperous city behind.
Killing people, succeeding, destroying cars, retreating... This was a pre-planned process, but now it's just being implemented smoothly, so there's nothing to make a fuss about.
Withdrawing his gaze out of the porthole, Tang Chao once again focused his attention on the pamphlet in hand and couldn't help but frown.
I got the booklet for free from the airport lounge. It has a very famous name, called the Bible. Of course, it is only an excerpt with limited content.
In fact, what I originally wanted to take was a fashion magazine, or a travel guide that briefly introduced the local customs and customs. It didn't matter. It was just a pastime to pass the time. But in the end, by some strange combination, I ended up taking this Bible booklet.
Just think of it as paying homage to the soul of the deceased who just passed away... With this thought, I feel at ease.
However, the children's shoes of the Tang Dynasty, which were born in two lifetimes and had hands stained with blood and debts, were obviously at odds with this religious book, which has the largest circulation in the world. I read it for half an hour, but in the end I gained nothing except being confused.
I was speechless, "Hello, sir." An English greeting came from the side, coming from the passenger on the left, a blond woman in her thirties, with a gentle and peaceful face, and an apologetic smile, "Excuse me,
Can we have a chat please?”
Hearing this, Tang Chao subconsciously raised his hand and pinched his chin. The pretense was still there, so it was no longer a chat. After all, compared to Song Qingming, who has a physique that attracts bees and butterflies, the appearance and temperament of a middle-aged worker on a business trip are really not that good.
How attractive.
Sure enough, when Tang Chao didn't answer, the blond woman pointed to the Bible booklet and explained: "I saw that you seemed a little confused, so I was wondering if we could communicate... Oh, my name is Kate, and I am a girl from
A tourist from Hertfordshire, England, who also works part-time as a small-town vicar.”
After speaking, he blinked, with some unexpected surprise in his smile, probably because he felt a little incredible about this wonderful fate.
It's quite a coincidence. It should be noted that Tang Chao booked the air tickets early in the morning. It doesn't matter where the destination is, the important thing is that he must leave Tu'ao as soon as possible.
We all bumped into each other like this, but it happened that someone was still holding a Bible in his hand, and seemed to be studying it seriously for a while... Isn't this fate?
However, for the blond woman, this experience may be considered a professional counterpart, but for someone, it is nothing short of embarrassing.
I guess it's because the class is doing something wrong... The corner of his mouth twitched imperceptibly, and Tang Chao took the initiative to reach out: "Hello, hello, my name is Carl Lopez, just call me Carl. Well, I misunderstood, I am not a Christian
, I picked up this booklet at the airport."
It is certainly a stereotype to think that Europeans, or even all Westerners, are religious!
The actual situation is that many people do not believe in religion, and even if they are believers, they believe in very different religions. Those who believe in the same religion also practice very different things.
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't affect anything, does it?" The blond female pastor is kind-hearted. Of course, it is more likely that she was moved by someone's attitude in reading it seriously just now. She deeply feels that it has great potential and may want to contribute to the new sect of the faith.
Add some firewood.
Sensing the other party's enthusiastic attitude, Tang Chao couldn't help but have a headache. At the same time, he couldn't help but feel something in his heart, thinking of Gabriel in the cafe.
The latter had enthusiastically talked to him a lot about religion in his previous life, trying to attract him to join the group and then to join the religion. Of course, the latter's religion would definitely not be a formal sect.
"Sorry, I really don't know much about religious beliefs. I just like literature, which sometimes involves some religious factors, so I read it. It's roughly like this... For example, the devil always quotes in order to achieve his own goals.
"Bible. Oh. This word comes from..."
It doesn’t matter where it comes from. What’s important is that this sentence is undoubtedly somewhat offensive to believers. However,
"From "The Moon and Sixpence."" Looking at Tang Chao, who was slightly dazed, the blond priest woman smiled proudly, without seeming to mind at all, "Don't forget, I am an Englishman."
Maugham, the author of The Moon and Sixpence, was a British novelist and playwright.
After coming back to his senses, Tang Chao blinked, simply closed the book and continued chatting: "Then what do you think of this sentence?"
"Look at it with your eyes, ha, just kidding." Compared with the gentle but stereotyped clergy in my impression, this blond female pastor from a small town church seemed a bit lively. She straightened her expression, shook her head and said seriously,
"The Bible has never restricted readers. No matter who is rich or poor, regardless of race or color, or even a demon, anyone can read it if they want to."
"As for whether you choose to help and treat others well after reading it, or to do bad things based on the scriptures, this is not something the Bible can control. It is only related to the nature of the reader. Moreover, if a demon is doing bad things and wants to start with
Finding an excuse in the Bible proves the power of the Bible, doesn’t it?”
This angle of interpretation... is quite interesting. Tang Chao raised his eyebrows: "But, isn't this an offense and blasphemy?"
"Why do you think so?" The blond female pastor shook her head in surprise, "It is always the devil's nature that is blasphemed, not the biblical doctrine itself!"
"Well, that makes sense." After pondering for a moment, Tang Chao nodded slowly, then nodded in greeting with a smile, "Thank you for your answer, it solved a doubt for me."
In the previous life of the Tang Dynasty, there was a question: Why did Gabriel, as the mastermind behind the scenes, not choose to dominate the underground world, but kept silently wanting to destroy the world?
It would be fine if he was a lunatic, but Tang Chao, who had dealt with him several times, clearly knew that the other party had no mental problems. On the contrary, if the other party wanted to make achievements in this area, he would definitely be a world-class one.
Psychologist.
Now it seems that Gabriel's actions can only be explained by 'born devil'. As for killing the opponent in time, well, so-so can be regarded as a savior with infinite merits...
The exchange came to an end, Tang Chao showed a tired look at the right time, and the blond woman thoughtfully ended the conversation.
Don't be in a hurry. After all, the flight is close to seventeen hours. In theory, there will be a lot of time for communication. However, what the latter obviously did not expect was that after someone put on the blindfold, they did not take it off except for eating and drinking.
I didn’t even go to the bathroom...
This wasn't intentional avoidance, it was just someone who was extremely tired. After fighting in the middle of the night, driving all day long, and being seriously injured, he really didn't have the energy to take care of anything else.
In this way, we arrived in London without saying a word.
After politely declining the blond woman's small town tour at the airport, Tang Chao booked a hotel nearby, changed dressings and treated the injury. He also had a phone call with Tangdou, and then rested for less than three hours, wearing Song Qingming's vest.
Return to the airport again.
There was no need to be in such a hurry. The little girl’s national tour of the South Korean islands would not be over for some time. However, there happened to be a flight to Seoul, and a passenger canceled the trip at the last minute. He had a free ticket, so he didn’t waste time anymore.
This flight lasted more than ten hours, and there was no chance encounter on the way. We arrived at Incheon Airport in Seoul smoothly. When we walked out of the plane door, it was pitch black above our heads, and it was a quarter past nine in the evening.
Tang Chao did not leave the airport. After buying a cup of coffee in the coffee shop, he found a bench to sit down in the brightly lit terminal. Yes, that's right, he planned to return to Lingjiang directly in one go.
But this time my luck was not as good as before. The latest flight was at 2:30 in the morning, so there was a wait.
In this case, Tang Chao took out his laptop, plugged in the network card, downloaded a few puzzle games, and casually opened the fifth forum to pass the time by reading posts.
Although there are no actual statistics, the forum atmosphere at night is obviously much more lively than during the day. After all, those who are rare in the underground world and have regular schedules are basically night owls.
It is worth mentioning that in the post that filled the screen and refreshed in real time, there was no news of Bob’s death.
According to the logic that there are no secrets in the underground world, this is obviously a bit abnormal. However, considering the location of the incident, it is understandable that Bob cooperated with the Tu'ao intelligence agency. It is a definite fact. Now that the former died on his own territory, it can naturally
Keep it hidden for as long as you want.
In fact, from the perspective of the Tang Dynasty, it was hoped that the intelligence work in Tu'ao would be watertight. It would be best to hide it for ten or eight years before declassifying it and making it public.
However, this is undoubtedly unrealistic. After all, Bob is not an unknown person, and Tang Chao himself is somewhat famous. In this way, a hundred major forces are involved in internal affairs, peers are killing each other, and the inferiors are overpowering the superiors. Is there any more enjoyable script than this?
To be fair, if he hadn't been a party involved, Tang Chao himself could have happily eaten this melon for a long time...
What a sin!
Sighing depressedly, Tang Chao browsed the highlights for a while without interest, and then scrolled through a few accounts that he usually paid more attention to. Oh, don't get me wrong, it's not a secret group, it's just a few talented people.
For example, they are constantly trying to use flamethrowers to make various delicacies; and for example, various types of engines-including but not limited to armored vehicles, tanks, and even bombers, etc.-are forcibly stuffed into an old-fashioned motorcycle from the last century.
There are those who study speed and performance; there is also a self-proclaimed son of destiny who plays Russian roulette with himself...
Well, in the end, this account only released the preview content once, and there was no update after that. It probably seemed like it should be... because the bet was lost.
God is jealous of talents!
"Heaven is jealous of talents..."
Um?
The words from my heart are faintly heard in reality, the only difference is that one is in Chinese and the other is in Japanese.
Tang Chao looked up in shock. More than ten feet away, at the airport exit separated by several mobile fences, a group of seven or eight young men dressed as international students walked out quickly, walking and chatting as if no one was around.
"...Micheng-kun, it's a pity, but...it can be considered revenge..."
"That person... is terrifying..."
"Fortunately, Jiuchuan, you had an idea... borrow a knife to kill someone..."
"Haha! Luck... I just happened to run into..."
The distance was quite far, so it was difficult to hear clearly intermittently. However, Tang Chao couldn't help but squint his eyes when he saw the young international student who was surrounded by the crowd, waving his hands and laughing.
If I’m not mistaken, at Brisbane Airport, the guy who yelled out, ‘He has a bomb in his bag’ seemed to be this guy...
What a coincidence!
They watched the other group of people walk out of the airport, boarded several black commercial vehicles that had been waiting outside, started, and drove away.
Tang Chao took his eyes away from the license plate number, closed his eyes, raised his hand and rubbed one temple.
The words I told Hitami Hitoshi on the phone before, "Anyone can start a fight at any time. But when it ends, I have the final say!" were certainly not harsh words.
Originally, he planned to return to Lingjiang to recuperate for a while, and then find a holiday to spare a day or two to visit the island country and settle the cause and effect. But now——
I closed my laptop with a snap, opened my eyes and stood up, striding out of the airport...