4 Jie originally thought that the tycoon would appear next, but the hatch slowly closed unexpectedly, which meant that only Helen and the man in black leather came to the scene.
Helen wore the same smoky gray leather gloves on her hands, smoky gray boots on her feet, and held a half-burned cigarette between her right hands.
Wang Jiangnan walked towards the plane with an extremely embarrassed expression. In full view of the public, he had to be shameless and seek punishment from the tycoon. This was the most unbearable shame for a man in the world.
"Mr. Wang? It would be best if you are willing to come and meet Mr. Ye. I would like to thank you on Mr. Ye's behalf." Helen's Mandarin was fluent and rhythmic, but this was not a good sign that made people feel at ease, because Mafia Magazine
The comment on her in the Internet is - "A smile hides a knife, a smiling face kills people, it's better to laugh than to scold!"
Whoever she was polite to was often completely unlucky.
Wang Jiangnan bowed his hands to Helen and then to the closed cabin door. When he was following Guan Baoling to show his courtesy, he probably didn't expect that he would face such a humiliating situation today.
Helen took off her glasses, revealing her well-groomed big eyes. Her long, curly eyelashes were more elastic than Barbie doll's eyelashes, trembling gently in the wind.
Wang Jiangnan smiled bitterly: "Is Mr. Ye on the plane? There is some misunderstanding. I want to explain it to him in person. Please let Miss Helen know -"
Helen laughed, swung her glasses on her fingers playfully, and winked slightly: "Mr. Ye is not very happy and doesn't want to see you, but he told Mr. Sun Long from your association,
I want to lend Mr. Wang an arm as a light punishment for Miss Guan Baoling's poor care, what do you think?"
Xiao Lai breathed a sigh of relief: "An arm? Not bad, not bad, at least Brother Thirteen's life can be saved!"
Such conditions are too cruel for Wang Jiangnan. After all, he only has one arm left. Once he loses it and his hands are all replaced by iron hands, which girl is willing to accept the caress of such a pair of hands?
Wang Jiangnan looked up to the sky and laughed: "It's a very good punishment method, but I need to meet Mr. Ye. When this misunderstanding is explained clearly, Wang Jiangnan can cut off anything on his body at will, let alone an arm..."
There were two "pop" sounds, and Wang Jiangnan was suddenly slapped twice on the face. The middle-aged man in black leather clothes was advancing and retreating like a ghost. After hitting Wang Jiangnan, he returned behind Helen and stood there expressionlessly.
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"Mr. Ye doesn't like to negotiate terms with others. You can choose to do it yourself or let us do it. If you explain, Mr. Sun Long will naturally tell Mr. Ye that it's not your turn to speak yet." Helen shook her head impatiently.
Glasses urged.
Wang Jiangnan's cheeks were obviously swollen, and he suddenly shouted: "Mr. Ye, I will give you an explanation about Miss Guan's disappearance. Please listen to me -"
The middle-aged man rushed up again. Although Wang Jiangnan was well prepared, he was still kicked in the chest. He opened his mouth violently and a mouthful of blood came out. The middle-aged man's martial arts is very good, and even I may not be able to handle it. Wang Jiangnan
How can he be his opponent?
The cabin was quiet, and the black velvet covered the passenger seat so that nothing could be seen from the outside.
"Mr. Wang, I have to repeat it again. We Chinese have an old saying, you have to eat your food one bite at a time and do your things one by one. If you cut off an arm, the next step is your explanation time!"
"Mr. Feng, what do you think we should do? Can you please come forward once? Mr. Scalpel and the tycoon are close friends..." Xiao Kereng looked at me with pleading eyes.
I couldn't help but smile bitterly: "You can come forward, but you see, Miss Helen doesn't give anyone face at all. If I go out rashly, I'm afraid I still won't be able to see the tycoon's face! Wait a little longer and see if there is any
There are no new changes..." In this kind of scene, if no powerful person from the Sharpshooter Association appears, Wang Jiangnan's arm will definitely not be saved. Losing a precious arm for Guan Baoling, who has not yet been able to get close to him, this is
This is the most exaggerated joke played by fate and Wang Jiangnan.
"Feng, what's going on outside? Has the tycoon arrived already?" Tengjia's voice sounded, filled with the scent of Buddhist sandalwood, filling my nose. Her face had begun to sweat, her eyebrows and forehead
They were all covered with glistening beads of sweat, and the ceremony to celebrate her resurrection lasted for more than half an hour, which was enough to show that the monks in Fengge Temple respected her.
Xiao Keleng and Teng Jia met face to face and looked at each other secretly, with the inherent vigilance and jealousy of girls.
I nodded, took a few steps back, and whispered to Tengjia: "Are you 100% sure that Guan Baoling's whereabouts are under the 'Tower of the Dead'? Will rescuing her be complicated?"
Tengjia first nodded in affirmation, then shook his head in denial, and also whispered to me: "The time when the 'Tide of God' comes is not fixed at all, and the entrance to the secret room under the tower is open from time to time, so I know she is there,
We have to wait for chance to rescue him. I'm not sure whether I will see a living person or a dead person, that's all."
My mind was racing: "Currently, Guan Baoling is just missing, and the tycoons have come to the city to prepare for a bloody massacre of the Divine Gun Club. If a dead Guan Baoling is given to her in the future, I'm afraid even Fengge Temple will be uprooted by him."
, destroyed into ruins, and I, Tengjia, and all the monks will be involved. Forget it, let Wang Jiangnan deal with it alone for a while, and don't involve the innocent monks in the temple again!"
Now, my life does not belong to me. I can say as boldly as Xiao Lai, "I will be a good man again after eighteen years." In my lifetime, finding my elder brother Yang Tiancai is my most important goal. It seems that there is no need for God.
Those who join the gun club make powerful enemies.
Tengjia looked at me with a faint smile on her lips. I guessed that she could understand my thoughts, so she suddenly blushed for her own selfishness, but then she excused herself in her heart: "There is nothing to blush about, and I don't have anything to do with it."
What did you do wrong? Wang Jiangnan lost Guan Baoling. Every adult should face reality calmly and face the mistakes he made..."
I turned back to look at the rippling "Psychic Well", wishing that all the fighting outside would end immediately. Even if Wang Jiangnan lost an arm to resolve the tense situation between the two sides, it would have nothing to do with me.
Tengjia suddenly asked: "Mr. Feng, I think we'd better go to the 'Tower of the Dead' right away. You are a destined person. Maybe you can change the frequency of the 'Tide of Gods' mutation and rescue people earlier."
.No one likes to see bloodshed and sacrifice, not even the Chinese, nor the Japanese.”
This sentence earned Xiao Kereng a smile - while we were talking in a low voice, Hawke and Zhang Baisen had already followed him from the left to the right, holding Wang Jiangnan's arm.
"Handcuffs, we meet again!" Zhang Baisen raised his arms in greeting to the middle-aged man in black leather.
After Xiao Keleng said "hmm", he accurately reported the historical information of "Handcuffs": "Thirty-nine years old, former personal bodyguard of the British royal family, and before that, the executive captain of a certain unit of the US Marine Corps, proficient in two
Any firearms and weapons produced before 2004 possess traditional martial arts skills from many Asian countries, and their IQ exceeds any testing standards."
The name "Handcuffs" had repeatedly appeared in military magazines from various countries before 2004 and became the target of imitation by military elites. But now it seems that he seems too silent, as if all the bright lights on the stage have been elegantly eclipsed.
The luxurious Helen robbed everything, and he was just a supporting role in the darkness.
The handcuff smiled silently, revealing its snow-white sharp teeth like wild beasts.
"Master Zhang is also here? He can't be the lobbyist of the Sharpshooter Club, right? This is a dispute in the underworld. Due to his semi-official status, Master Zhang doesn't seem to have to stand on the opposite side of the tycoon, right?" Helen said lightly.
Those two words choked Zhang Baisen's words back in his throat.
His status is indeed semi-official. If he openly intervenes to mediate the conflicts between the underworld, he will not be able to explain himself once he is caught by sharp-tongued journalists.
"Miss Helen's words are too sharp - I haven't seen my old friend for a long time, and I want to take the opportunity to get closer. Didn't the tycoon come in person?" Everyone was wary of the tycoon's company, including "national treasure experts"
, Professor Zhang Baisen is no exception.
Helen smiled brightly, put on her glasses again, and answered in an evasive manner: "The tycoon also wants to see his old friends, but there are many things that are not convenient to deal with in front of old friends, and Master Zhang also knows that in this world
There are many friends who are brothers to each other openly, but secretly they always try to cause trouble for the tycoon, making him feel very bad, for example--" She stretched out her thin little finger and pointed towards Fengkeji Temple.
Zhang Baisen smiled awkwardly, glanced twice at the black hole of the gun on the Buick, and shut up helplessly.
Hawke was quite smart and knew that he had no chance to speak in this situation, so he simply didn't speak.
Xiao Lai stuck out his head, counted with quivering lips, then retracted his head and looked at me with a complicated expression: "Mr. Feng, there are seventeen of us in total, seventeen versus one hundred and twenty-two, can we try it together?"
He calculated so clearly that Toka and I were directly placed in the Sharpshooter Club's camp.
Tengjia sneered, walked back to the "Well of Psychics", waved his sleeves, and took a seat.
Xiao Kereng snorted and shouted angrily: "Xiao Lai, what are you kidding about? One hundred and twenty-two people? Have you never guessed the weight of that helicopter? If there are less than twelve people on the plane
, will there be such a heavy wind-eating force?"
Indeed, the winter winds in Hokkaido are strong. When the helicopter crashed just now, it was very stable. It can be judged that the load capacity of the aircraft is at least more than one ton, which is exactly the weight of ten burly men. The tycoon's ability is like that of swarms in the Arctic Ocean.
The iceberg of the team is only the tip of the iceberg that is exposed.
For someone like Xiao Lai who is easily impulsive, rushing out would lead to death.
"Mr. Wang, time is precious. We still have to go into the temple to search for Miss Guan. Please do it as soon as possible! She is a good man, so don't implicate your brothers-" Helen stretched out her left arm, intentionally or unintentionally, towards the person behind Wang Jiangnan.
The ten gunners from the Sharpshooter Club waved their hands, half-smiling but not smiling, which suddenly made people feel creepy.
"Ding Ling Ling——" Hawke's cell phone rang. He picked up the phone and listened to just one sentence. His shoulders immediately shook and his face became extremely gloomy.
Xiao Kereng took a breath: "It's broken! Something must have happened to the troops who were dispatched urgently!"
I am keenly aware of a key issue. At present, the underworld forces in Japan are mainly divided into two factions, the Yamaguchi-gumi and the Sharpshooter Association, which cover almost more than a hundred weak organizations in the underworld. If the tycoon wants to bring people over, it is impossible to come from
These people were selected within the scope, and they could only be American troops stationed in Japan.
Before this, the "Asahi Shimbun" had an article insinuating that soldiers at the U.S. Army's Naha Air Force Base in Okinawa illegally provided weapons to mafia groups. This time, if the tycoon has a phone authorization from the Pentagon, even if he allocates manpower to participate in mafia affairs, it will be
It can definitely be done.
When I carefully analyzed the postures and gestures of the one hundred and twenty people again, it was almost certain that they clearly bore the characteristics of the US Navy SEALs.
Using elite troops to encircle and suppress underworld gangsters is a game of "stone against egg". Even if the sharpshooter concentrates all its members in Asia in Hokkaido, it will only be true to the old saying of "egg against stone". The U.S. military stationed in Japan is
When my hands and feet are itchy and my bullets are rusty, I just have a chance to show off my power.
I wonder if Xiao Kereng can think of this. Once the power of the tycoon is highlighted, he will not give his opponent a chance to resist. Even if Sun Long is standing here at this moment, he may not be able to prevent the fact that Wang Jiangnan is about to lose his arm.
"It seems that the only option is to sacrifice Brother Thirteen's arm!" Xiao Kereng came to a conclusion, his lips turned pale for a moment, and his expression was sad.
Helen looked at the gloomy Hawke and sneered: "Have you given up? But please don't worry, your people have only temporarily lost their ability to resist. If Mr. Wang is willing to cooperate, I can guarantee that everyone can go home unscathed.
go."
During a series of confrontations, absolute silence was maintained in the cabin. I don’t know whether the tycoon did not arrive in person, or whether he maintained his identity and did not show up easily after arriving.
Tengjia suddenly spoke: "Feng, this calamity actually includes Fengqiao Temple. What a disaster..." Her hands were hanging in the well water, and her eyes were staring at the water without blinking.
looking at.
My heart moved, and I quickly walked to her side and looked at the deep well water. For some reason, the well water became a little turbid at this moment. Although the sun was still shining slantingly, it was obvious that the rolling water waves showed a strange look.
The light gray color seems to be mixed with countless tiny gray dust particles.
The water must have been very cold. When Tengjia put her right hand into the water, the palm and back of her hand were red from the cold, but she had no time to care. She just kept twisting her fingers as if to fish something out of the water.
From time to time, blisters as tiny as rice grains rise up from the bottom of the water, sometimes a few, sometimes a long string, sometimes a dozen strings. Many blisters adhere to the back of Tengjia's hand, but then they burst one after another.
"We must... find the missing person... She is very important... to everyone, especially to you. I still can't figure it out. She is a huge variable. She has never appeared in "The Blue Sky" before.
It has appeared on the Internet, and more than 90% of her trajectory overlaps with yours... Does the fact that she can enter the secret room under the tower mean that she can also enter the 'Sea Tomb of Gods'? Who can tell me? Who can tell?
I?"
Tengjia kept talking to himself, stirring his fingers in the water faster and faster.
The well water became more and more turbid. Gradually, the sunlight could no longer penetrate the water. Wherever I looked, the water turned into gray rice soup. Suddenly, my eyes seemed to be stung by something.
Blinking suddenly, I opened it again and found a huge seven-pointed star on the water - no, not one, but "two halves". In the middle of this star, which was the size of a washbasin, there was actually
A five-centimetre-wide linear crack, like a sharp knife, split the star in half.
The stars are gray, like a strange three-dimensional black and white painting, spread out flatly on the water.
I held my breath, feeling the urge to rush forward and grab the stars, but when I moved my feet slightly, Tengjia spoke hastily: "Don't move! Don't move, that's just an illusion - tens of thousands of years of dry bones, turning into powder and ashes.
Debt, resentment and killing are all in vain."
I suddenly realized that indeed, the stars were just illusions on the surface of the water. If I pounced on them and couldn't catch them, I would become a dead soul under the water.
"This is the power of water, the mother of all sources, the carrier of all things. Is there any greater substance in the universe than it?" Tengjia withdrew his hand, and the water surface gradually returned to tranquility and clarity, as if a pot was boiling.
After the water is removed from the cauldron, the water will slowly cool down.
I took a big step back, and when I stared at this magical "spiritual well" again, I already had a new understanding of the various magical legends about it.
There was a dead silence outside the temple, as if all the conflicts and fights were firmly frozen, including the continuous passage of time.