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.
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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.
Did the lake monster finally poke its head out and roar in this thunderstorm night?
Lin Nian beat his arms faster, lowered his head slightly, and some unexplained emotions slowly flowed through his golden eyes.
Amid fear and suspicion, Dwight finally returned to reality. The whale's cry might have been an auditory hallucination, but the bleak crisis in front of him was a cruel reality. He inadvertently looked down at the coffin in the pool of blood in front of him. How could their gang be involved in this incident?
It can be said that a lot of effort was spent on the cultural relics, and many people died to obtain them. A large amount of accumulated arms were consumed in the battle. If tonight's transaction goes south, it means that their gang has no hope for the future.
In the near future, their territory will be chewed up and devoured by the red gang in the next block. With tattoos belonging to the old gang, they have to worry about being beaten or even shot when walking on the street. If they want to escape this result, they can only
He can move his family. But moving in Chicago means a lot of money. Without gang support and financial resources, the outcome he will probably face is to be homeless and become a member of the street. But he also has a wife who is not very bright and a high school student at home.
son
He didn't want tonight to end like this in frustration. People on the streets were people who stuck their heads in their belts and licked the rusty knife edges with their tongues. He had dared to have a gun put to his head before and said harsh words.
He wouldn't bury his future in this damn broken coffin today without saying a word, even though the person threatening him was an out-and-out monster.
The fear of future misery and the hot blood slowly dispersed his frightened timid heart, but he did not notice that under the coffin in front of him, a dark pool of blood quietly gathered towards the coffin as if there was a hole to penetrate, and the gurgling blood
The fluid and flexible snake quietly twisted on the ground at his feet, crawling towards the coffin.
"ah"
Dwight suddenly bent over and shouted towards the coffin in the pool of blood, saying that it was twisted to the waist. The Aryan man next to Lin Nian frowned and wanted to go forward to check the situation, but he did not see the gang leader who was bent over and turned sideways.
When I was shielding myself, I raised the middle finger and ring finger of my right hand with a fierce look on my face and bent them down to make a gesture!
At the moment when this finger was shown, a sudden explosion sounded in the factory!
The Aryan man who took a step forward felt a coldness between his brows and a blinding chill in his heart. His hands and feet could not move a step ahead of the death intention. Even his heart stopped beating for a moment. He was overwhelmed by blood pressure and
The bullet that was spinning towards his eyebrows was reflected in his emotionally aroused golden eyes. He was a mixed race, but under the aim of the powerful firearms of modern civilization, the sniper rifle, not even his blood could save him.
A spark burst brightly in front of the Aryan man. The supersonic bullet broke into two pieces, shooting up two handfuls of mud on the ground behind him. Stone chips flew up and grazed his forehead, taking away the hanging drop.
of cold sweat.
The sound of the trembling knife echoed clearly in the factory.
Suddenly coming back to his senses, the Aryan man saw clearly the knife across his forehead. When he was on the line between life and death, Lin Nian beside him just gently handed over the knife in his hand and stabbed his brain.
The ending of the rainy night.
"Thank you, thank you." The Aryan man said hastily in a low voice, and then immediately stepped back and stared at Dwight, who was also staring at the coffin.
Lin Nian put the knife back, turned it around twice and held it in his hand. Before he could react, Dwight couldn't hold himself any longer. He suddenly put down the coffin and jumped out, taking out a black mobile phone in his hand and holding it up.
He raised his head and roared: "Back off, I! Back off! If you don't want to be blown up to the sky, back off!"
Looking at the gang members who were pressing against the coffin, Lin Nian showed no expression on his face. His eyes fell on the mobile phone in Dwight's hand. According to the pre-arranged agreement, this transaction was not allowed to bring any
It was a communication device for contacting the outside world, but it was obvious that Dwight had committed a foul, which was not a big surprise. After all, even they had never intended to abide by this rule from the beginning.
"There are enough explosives buried here to blow up this factory. The stuff belongs to us! Don't you fucking try to take anything away from us until you see the arms!" Dwight squeezed the phone tightly as if it were a clutch.
Holding on to the last straw, his face was so congested that his eyes were about to burst, and his skin stretched over his flesh, making his veins bulge. For a moment, he looked more like a monster than Lin Nian.
Yes, that’s how it is.
When making a deal with a monster, the way to protect yourself is to make yourself crazy. As long as he can be crazier than the other party, so what if the other party is a monster? When a mad dog goes crazy, even monsters dare to bite him. Who has canine teeth full of viruses?
You can even tear off a few pieces of bloody flesh!
Dwight felt as if he was inexplicably filled with courage. The golden eyes he looked at the boy were no longer timid. His heart beat faster, adrenaline was secreted rapidly, and his whole body was full of strength, as if he was holding a ball in his hand.
It's not a mobile phone, but a button to protect his happiness in the second half of his life. He doesn't need to press it, but as long as he holds it tightly, it is equivalent to taking his destiny back into his hands!
"Back off! Back off, I!" Dwight pointed at Lin Nian and the Aryan man, and of course, they really backed off.
Seeing this, Dwight was overjoyed. Sure enough, even monsters would be afraid of the most outstanding discovery of mankind since ancient times. The explosion of gunpowder can explode gold and stone, which naturally makes monsters retreat. He finally regained the right to speak!
“Idiot.” Lin Young said in a low voice.
"Stop fucking talking to me, get out of this factory, get back on your tugboat, and go back to your mother to drink milk! The streets are not a place for a kid like you!" Dwight
Squeeze your face and try your best to increase your momentum, imagining yourself like an inflated pufferfish. The bigger your body becomes, the more the other person will know that he is serious!
It’s just that Dwight misunderstood one thing. The boy’s stupid words were not meant to scold him.
Boom
Thunderstorms continued to crackle in the sky over the city of Chicago, as if God was also angry at the disrespectful behavior happening right now. From ancient times to the present, there have been legends about how big thunder can drive away evil spirits. If there is any basis for this, what would it be like now?
How could the unbearable, disgusting evil spirit awaken and cause such a terrifying celestial phenomenon in the Chicago night sky?
Lin Nian didn’t need to guess the answer, because the answer had already opened the coffin door.
In the reflection of the golden eyes as clear as a mirror, behind Dwight and several gang members, the lid of the coffin was gently pushed open by a hand.
Under the illumination of warm yellow light, inside a coffin full of thorns like an iron maiden, sleeping is a woman wearing a white silk robe. Her skin is soft and her black hair is still the same. The shriveled body faintly visible under the white silk robe is reminiscent of the desert.
A dehydrated small animal corpse. Hundreds and thousands of years of slumber have made her no longer as beautiful as ever. The skin close to the bones has wrinkles like bark. Hundreds of steel needles protruded from the coffin and pierced her body.
There are grooves and patterns on each needle, as if she were counting her karma in detail. It is hard to imagine what evil she had done during her lifetime to deserve this punishment and death.
But this is not what needs to be concerned about now, she is about to wake up, all her sins have been paid off in this hundred thousand years of sleep, and the world will celebrate her return with the most grand ceremony.
A pool of blood was like a swarm of snakes entangled under the coffin. At some point, all the blood spurted out by the men with broken arms gathered around the coffin. The blood surrounded the coffin like a whirlpool. They boiled and jumped to form tiny dragons.
Roll, the more intense the storm outside, the more joyful and excited they become, eager to become the petals on the blood-red carpet welcoming that noble existence!
Thunder is the salute for her awakening! The strong wind is the arm that directs her freely! The heavy rain is the golden flowers scattered all over the sky!
The moment she woke up, it was just like the night when she was placed in the coffin, it was a night of lightning and thunder, and rain falling wildly!
The dull and thin eyelids were opened, and the golden pupils like glazed gemstones stared at the world again after a thousand years.
She woke up.
When the noble woman returned to the world, what she saw was not her servants and the throne, but the indifferent face of a boy.
On top of the coffin, Lin Nian held the handle of the knife with both hands. The stainless steel knife penetrated deeply into the mouth of the owner of the coffin, cutting off her first breath. He trampled this grand ceremony under his feet with one hand.
, the golden pupils in his eyes that are no less noble than those of a pure-blooded third-generation species jump out with a devouring brilliance!
“Go get something!” The boy roared loudly, instantly waking up everyone in the factory. The Aryan man, who was a specialist in the execution department, naturally understood the situation immediately.
There is no doubt that the noble thing in the coffin has awakened. Once she is allowed to lift the coffin, all the living people in the entire factory will offer blood sacrifices for her awakening in one breath! But Lin Nian behaved in such a way that no one could see clearly.
He took action with such speed that he temporarily nailed the opponent to the coffin, interrupting the ceremony!
Aryan men who have received professional knowledge training from Kassel Academy know very well that the fine steel blade is in no way qualified to kill the owner of the coffin. If you want to completely end the nightmare that just kicked off tonight, you will definitely need to go on a tug.
The real murder weapon that had been prepared! So when Lin Nian's explosive roar rang out, he turned around and rushed into the rainy night without hesitation to convey this horrifying information to his companions on the tugboat and the execution department of the central control room.
The third generation species awakens!
The battle between the ace ‘S’ class and the purebloods has begun.