10 Sudden car accident "Feng, I know what you are worried about. The royal family has always been in contact with tycoons, maybe I can help you-" The big man's eyes began to flash, as if he had glimpsed my life gate.
I twisted my cervical vertebrae and made a crisp "click" sound, and responded with a faint sneer: "Thank you very much, everyone should go their own way, and don't work together if they have different paths. What do you think?" No one can help.
Unless the tycoon takes the initiative to let go of Guan Baoling, I still have this self-awareness.
"Haha, haha... Feng, why do you reject people thousands of miles away? We Japanese like to make friends with smart people, and I know that since you can get the 'Eye of the Moon God' from under the pyramid, you will definitely be able to
Find the 'Wrath of the Sun' from the 'Tomb of the Undersea God' - as long as you are willing to do it and set a price, no matter what kind of sky-high price you ask, the government will give you a very satisfactory answer. We only want that gem,
We can provide any kind of financial assistance, but other than that, all the benefits from the expedition belong to you personally, how about that?"
He stretched out his unusually white and smooth palms, patted his chest twice, and then said: "I promise, I will do what I say." Although these words were joking, his expression had changed.
Be very serious.
I coughed lightly and sneered again: "The most important thing to do now seems to be to eliminate the super bombs that God Gun will plant in major cities, right? As for the 'Undersea God's Tomb' and 'The Wrath of the Sun', they are still there."
It’s just something in legend, I advise you not to bother too much!”
This was the big man's Achilles heel. His face immediately turned pale, he straightened his waist, and after being silent for half a minute, he changed to a soft and calm tone: "Yes, those bombs are scary, but we have
U.S. arms experts will soon be able to eliminate the bomb threat."
The US military troops stationed in Japan are equipped with the latest weapons and firearms specially approved by the Pentagon. I know that their global positioning scanning system can indeed detect bombs at a depth of 20 meters underground very quickly, but this is a global
All arms masters know this, but Sun Long would not be so ignorant that he would not even take precautions against this.
"Feng, give me a price?" The big shot chased after him.
I shook my head and remained silent. Sun Long once said that if I were still a conscientious Chinese, I would never hand over the "Wrath of the Sun God" to the Japanese, causing another upheaval of the Asian pattern. So, hand it over to the Japanese.
What about Sun Long? According to his "Japan sinking" plan, wouldn't it also be an unfair war?
The victims of the war are only civilians, whether they are Chinese or Japanese.
The big man suddenly took a long breath, waved his fist resolutely, and slammed it down: "Feng, let me tell you the truth, anything unearthed in any ground, underground, or underwater excavation project in Japanese territory belongs to the government.
If you possess it, no one may take it out of the country without permission, otherwise you will be sentenced to "crime against national interests", ranging from life imprisonment to immediate shooting - if you don't give it to us, then no matter who it is, no one can get it, unless
Still placing it at the bottom of the deep sea.”
This is the nature of the Japanese. They turn their backs on others, take their own interests at the forefront, and fight for every inch of territory.
I sneered: "Your Excellency, you have misunderstood. I shook my head to express that I will not touch the 'Wrath of the Sun God' at all, nor will I search deep into the seabed. Yes, it is a Japanese thing, and it should be handled by the great Japanese personally."
It was brought out from the bottom of the sea and has nothing to do with the Chinese. So - please don't talk to me about this matter in the future, I'm not interested."
The big man straightened his back again, staring into my eyes with an aggressive aura: "Feng, there is no benefit in being with Sun Long. Do you know? Everything he has done has always been against the 'Seven Western Kingdoms'"
The interests of the group have caused some inappropriate damage. At the meeting of the Seven Congresses held in Greece last month, a plan to eliminate Sun Long and the new terrorist organization Sharpshooter has been drafted. Do you know? At present, countries around the world
The top priority is counter-terrorism. After our American allies stabilize the situation in Iraq, they will march eastwards - Sun Long is just another poor copy of this country..."
I have remained silent. My deep hatred for terrorist organizations has made me always support the Americans' campaign to suppress this country. If the development trend of the Sharpshooters Association is closer to global terrorist organizations, of course I will stand against it.
Guan Baoling's car had already left for seven minutes. Due to the appearance of the important person, I was able to suppress the sadness caused by separation for the time being, and the pain in my heart was slightly relieved.
"Feng——" The big man continued to preach, but I raised my hand to stop him: "Okay, I'll repeat it again, no one will use your so-called 'Wrath of the Sun God'. No matter what others do, I will never do it."
I intervened in this matter and quickly left Fengqie Temple and returned to my own Xunfuyuan villa. The nature of the Sharpshooter Club cannot be drawn by one or a few people, just like whether the Iraq War is just or not.
It’s still impossible to draw an accurate conclusion.”
I tried to keep the movement as small as possible to avoid being accidentally injured by the hidden gunmen. Although there were only two of us in the patio, there were at least forty or fifty people surrounding us staring at us.
Frustrated, the big shot unbuttoned his suit irritably and asked loudly: "Feng, what do you want? In other words, what exactly do you want to give you before you agree to help us get the 'Wrath of the Sun'?
"
There are many strange people among the Japanese, and I began to doubt his intentions in betting on me to get the treasure. Asking myself, I don't seem to be any smarter or more capable than the elusive Japanese ninjas. In many ways, my abilities are even better than those of the Japanese ninjas.
Weaker than them, such as water nature, endurance, etc.
So, what kind of trait in me is it that makes the big man conclude that I can successfully capture the "Wrath of the Sun"?
"Money? Jewelry? High-ranking officials? Territory... Feng, as long as you bring it up, these are not problems. All you have to do is enter that place and reach out for the treasure. We have prepared the submarine-"
Suddenly, a gust of cold wind rolled over without warning, rushing straight into the big man's throat, choking his next words, and I also felt the rapid surge of air at this moment, hitting him directly.
I felt like I was hit hard on the chest. I couldn't stand still and took three steps back.
It was really a gust of evil wind. The bushes and branches on all sides didn't move at all. Only the two of us felt the presence of the wind.
Chinese magicians often say that ancient wells hide demonic spirits. It seems that this "spiritual well" is not that simple. As long as you stand next to it, you can feel the endless strange atmosphere.
The big man regained his breath and coughed repeatedly, looking quite embarrassed.
"Submarine? What kind of submarine?" I was quite interested in the end of his words. In fact, after hearing the topic of "mermaid double lungs" twice, I had already thought that we could use a mini-submarine to go underwater, and the efficiency would definitely be better than
Practicing this advanced diving skill is many times better.
"Huh? What... I just think that underwater operations may use submarines, but who knows?" He was deliberately hiding it, with a trace of panic in his eyes. The wind messed up his hair, and he took out a
The very short ivory comb, through the action of combing the hair, further diluted the topic.
I took a step closer to the well and stared at the slightly turbulent water. If a submarine could really be called, would it be possible to explore and understand what is at the end of the "Psychic Well"? Even if it leads all the way to the bottom of Japan and the depths of the Pacific Ocean
, at least we can find its end.
Submarines are the mortal enemy of the sea, because humans can use high-performance submarines to explore every inch of the secrets of the deep seabed.
"Very good. Since you have plans to use submarines, I can only wait for your good news. It is best to find out all the secrets of the 'Well of Psychics', so as not to stimulate the curiosity of tourists around the world."
I don't bother to know what he wants to hide. The Japanese and Americans are so close that any military weapon can be exchanged for money, ranging from pistols and daggers to aircraft and aircraft carriers.
The big man laughed a few times, combed his hair again and brushed off the dust on his sleeves with a smile, as if the person who just made a mistake was not him, but someone completely unrelated.
"Boom -" a sudden explosion sounded suddenly on the winding mountain road outside the temple gate.
I wasted only half a second, then rushed out of the temple gate and stood on the steps.
A thick smoke was rising from the mountain col, drifting sluggishly in the wind, about ten kilometers away from the temple gate. It should be the smoke rising after a car crashed and fell off a cliff. My head immediately swelled ten kilometers.
Times, because the only car that had just left Fengcut Temple was the one carrying Guan Baoling.
The big shot came out a minute later than me, holding a small military telescope in his hand and looking towards the scene of the accident while running.
"What did you see?" I stamped my feet vigorously, fearing that my speculation would become reality. However, if a car really fell into the cliff, the crash site would be at least 40 meters deep under the cliff, and there would be nothing visible through the telescope.
Sure enough, the big man kept shaking his head, indicating that he couldn't see anything. However, the sound of a helicopter's engine was heard in Fengqiu Temple, and in the blink of an eye, a helicopter camouflaged in camouflage had landed smoothly at the temple gate.
forward.
"Wind, I know, you need it -" the big man pointed at the helicopter. The pilot opened the hatch, and there were four smart and capable young people sitting inside, fully armed and ready.
I was slightly touched by his understanding, but I didn't say anything. I just jumped down the steps and jumped into the cabin. The propellers were turning, and the plane slowly took off. Looking down from the porthole, the big man was calm.
He stood on the steps in front of the temple gate, seemingly lost in thought.
I suddenly had an ominous premonition in my heart: "Could the car accident be related to the Japanese?" The mountainous road has a complicated terrain. Any experienced driver will be very careful. Besides, there are several sharp turns on the roadside.
The cement pier guardrail blocks the tragedy of falling off the cliff, unless it is man-made damage.
My thoughts were suddenly confused. The person who was most afraid of falling off the cliff was Guan Baoling's car, but the fact was so cruel. After the helicopter flew over the thick smoke, I saw a black extended Mercedes-Benz car falling upside down under the cliff on the side of the road.
On an unexpected reef, after the fuel tank caught fire and exploded, only billowing smoke was left. The seawater kept lapping at it, splashing water, and dragging the gasoline flowing out of the car to the depths of the sea again and again.
That was Guan Baoling's car, but there was no one on the rocks. Of course she was trapped in the car.
There was only a few meters of black rock under the cliff to stand on, and with this Mercedes-Benz that could explode at any time, there was no place for the helicopter to land.
"Mr. Feng, we can't land, what do you think we should do?" The pilot took off his headphones and looked at me in embarrassment.
I gave an order loudly: "Get ready to rappel, I'll go down immediately." At this moment, I couldn't wait to fly to Guan Baoling's side in the next second.
The cabin door opened, and the young man beside me quickly threw out the rope and dropped it to the reef. I grabbed the rope and slid out almost without thinking. With my superb light skills, I was on the reef in the blink of an eye.
The smell in my nose was full of the burnt smell of car parts that had been burned by the flames, and the strange smell of burned human flesh. My heart suddenly tightened, and I shouted loudly: "Miss Guan, Miss Guan——"
The roof of the car had been deformed and deeply dented, and the tires had long since burst. If the flames hadn't been extinguished by the flying squid, the entire car would have been reduced to ashes.
I took off my shirt, wrapped it around my right hand, and tried to pull the passenger door, but the frame of the car was deformed, the door was stuck, and I couldn't pull it open at all. The hot air rushed towards me, and I could feel it through my clothes on my palms.
I could see the residual heat of the car frame after it was burned. I bent down and looked into the car. The first thing I saw was Guan Baoling's hand, blackened by smoke, hanging feebly by the car window.
The glass had been blown to pieces, so I easily reached in, took her hand, and shouted again: "Miss Guan, I'm here to save you! Are you okay?" In such a tense situation, I suddenly thought of
, if all her hair is burned off, all her elegant temperament will be gone, and her personal charm will definitely be greatly reduced.
There was no reply, and nothing could be heard in my ears except the roar of the waves.
I grabbed the car door frame with both hands, ignoring the burning pain in my palms, and pulled hard. With a click, I grabbed the entire door and threw it into the sea. When I leaned down for the second time, half of my body was in the car.
Inside, he felt for Guan Baoling's shoulders, hugged him hard, and slowly dragged him outward.
Fortunately, her body was not stuck by the seat, which was also due to the long and narrow interior space of the extended Mercedes-Benz.
He didn't expect to rescue her so easily. What he didn't expect was that after the violent explosion and burning when she crashed and fell off the cliff, Guan Baoling's hair was not burned at all and was still soft and elegant. Even the fox fur on her body was intact.
It's really weird.
I laid her flat on the rocks and breathed a sigh of relief. She just fainted. Although her face was pale, I believed she would wake up soon.
"Hey, is she okay?" Someone stood on the other side of the car and asked with a bitter smile. It was Kenny, the white-faced scholar.
I looked up at him and saw that he was staggering around the car and walking this way.
"What happened? How did the car fall off the cliff? Where is the driver?" I asked one question after another.
Half of the sleeves of Kenny's suit had been burned off, green smoke was still rising from his burnt black hair, and his eyes had become hard and dull. When he walked around the car, I discovered that both of his trouser legs had been burned off.
Part of it was exposed, exposing the thin and lonely tibia.
"I don't know... the car was driving here, and the driver suddenly shouted and hit the brakes... the steering wheel locked, and then the car rushed down." He stretched out his hand to scratch his Adam's apple, cleared his throat, and looked at Guan Baoling.
.
The driver was squeezed between the seat and the steering wheel. His body was covered with disgusting blood and he died long ago.
"It seemed like there was a monkey crossing the car window... I couldn't see it clearly, but whatever, as long as I don't die, it doesn't matter whether the driver dies or not. As long as you have money, you can find a hundred or a thousand at any time.
A driver is here... You saved Miss Guan again, the bonus will definitely be..."
His feet gave way and he fell down on the rocks. His hand scratched his Adam's apple a few more times.
"What's on your neck?" I could no longer control my horrified tone, because his Adam's apple clearly had a tooth mark, which was just a clean wound with no blood flowing out.
He fumbled with his Adam's apple with his backhand, pressed his thumb on the tooth mark, and said to himself strangely: "What is this? What's going on?"
The coolness carried by the sea breeze suddenly deepened. I opened the top wrapped in my palms and put it on Guan Baoling. The last afterglow of the setting sun shone on the sea, making the floating light shine like gold for thousands of miles.
For a photographer, such a quiet and peaceful dusk is a good opportunity to take pictures. He will definitely be happy and reluctant to return home.