Steel smuggling in the Western Continent has come to a standstill, but this will not affect the Cambino family's business. Mike still has several deals to negotiate, and for those customers who need this route, they have no choice.
I don't know if he is sulking, but Will hasn't come to see Mike for a while. The family's subordinates will bring news to Mike from time to time, telling him Will's recent whereabouts.
That guy frequently goes out to meet various businessmen and upper-class people, constantly looking for new ways to make money.
Although there are some minor conflicts, Mike is still very satisfied with Will's current status and believes that they will soon be able to put aside their differences and start working on new collaborative projects.
However, peaceful days tend to pass quickly. One morning, before the sun rose, the White Hand boss was inspecting a batch of smuggled firearms near the dock.
This was obtained from Saiguo Arsenal, and the order came from an unknown mercenary company in the east.
But since it was such a sneaky purchase, it must not be that simple. Mike even suspected that the other party was making a deal with the Valentine people.
The aboriginals of the Indong Continent tried their best to obtain guns. This kind of thing was not uncommon. Mike didn't want to worry about such distant matters, as long as he could make money for the time being.
However, when he was checking the pistol hidden in the frozen fish alone, he found a man standing at the end of the shop, pulling out the gun from a pile of fish, and then playing with it carefully.
The closest men are still behind the shop. Mike has deliberately ordered them to look out for the wind. No one can come in now. So who is this person?
Mike was startled. It can be seen that he, who is used to strong winds and waves, did not panic, but looked at the people over there silently.
It was an old man, wearing a curved cowboy hat, a brown jacket, and spurs on his boots.
Mike squinted his eyes, feeling that the old man in front of him looked very familiar.
"Where are the guns shipped from outside going, under the guise of your fishermen? Well... I guess it's the east. After all, there's more fighting there."
Wow!
In the blink of an eye, Mike pulled out his gun from his waist and quickly pointed it at the old man.
"Don't be nervous..." The old man raised his face and looked at him with a smile.
"You..." Mike stared at the old man, his pupils reflected the bonfire in the night, and for a moment he remembered that he had indeed seen him.
"I'll leave after saying a few words..." The old man put the gun back into the fish pile, "It's time for you to accept your identity, young man."
Identity? Mike frowned.
"I am the heir to the Cambino family. This is my identity."
"That's not what I meant... I meant that the identity you were given by the secret transmission... is ordinary." The old man said quietly, leaning against the wooden pillar.
Mike's expression changed slightly, but he still didn't understand what the other party meant.
The old man raised his hand and pointed behind Mike, which was the direction of the port and the west.
"I'll give you a piece of advice, young man, you don't have much time. I suggest you go to the Red Land to find the answer."
Hearing this, Mike was even more surprised. He immediately asked: "I don't have much time? What does this mean?"
As a result, as soon as he finished speaking, the old man's finger pointing to the west pointed to Mike himself.
Suddenly, an image of irreversible destruction filled Mike's mind.
He saw that his whole body was rotting, and when he raised his hand, it turned into withered bones. He was instantly frightened and broke out in a cold sweat.
"You know what you saw, but what I want to tell you is that it was fatal. You don't have much time..." the old man said lightly.
Mike's back was soaked with sweat, and his breathing became rapid.
Of course he knew what lethality was. After all, he had once transported the Frenzy Fire.
However, Mike has not yet experienced the true horror of fatality.
The scene just now was so real that it made him feel the shock of death.
There is no fear, no madness, and the body will not be occupied by secret creatures. The only fear is that his physical body ages with the years, the blood flows away, rots, and turns into dust...
This is exhaustion...
Mike understands.
And what does failure mean? What does he need to do to save his life?
Anti-death substance? Catalyst?
"You want me to go to the red earth... where to look for the withered vines of time?"
"No, but you have to go to the Red Land..." The old man sighed after finishing speaking, and then looked at Mike.
His eyes seemed to be conveying something, and Mike's mind was shaken, as if he was trying to remember things again, and he "thought" about something.
However, that was not his memory, but some knowledge, which was forced into Mike's mind through unknown means.
He could understand all the weird cuneiform characters in an instant, and he also learned to read all hieroglyphs.
Cuneiform and hieroglyphics are both primitive languages used by ancient humans.
The influx of abundant knowledge made Mike feel a splitting headache. He covered his forehead with difficulty and leaned aside, gritting his teeth and asked the old man in front of him: "It's... you did it... you made me understand those words...
…”
"Yes, because you will need these..." the old man replied.
Mike felt extremely weird. He urgently wanted to know the reason why the other party did this: "Who are you? Why do you want me to go to the red land?"
"It doesn't matter anymore. It didn't matter in the beginning, and it didn't matter in the past."
The old man glanced at the sky, the morning sun was like blood.
"It should have started. You should have felt it in that stormy place in the ocean, right?"
Mike was stunned for a moment, and his head suddenly stopped hurting.
He did feel it, and looked in the direction of the sea, to the west!
Weird and strange, but true.
Mike sensed the death of someone, or someone...
"Who is that? He is dead... I obviously didn't see anything, but I... felt that he was dead..."
As he spoke, the old man's figure became transparent and thin, and was about to disappear.
"Cuchulan... He finally came and found the one who died... the three initiates."
…
Mike was shocked silently, and just a few hours before he met the old man, in a mysterious mansion in the Greybean Empire in the Western Continent, religious leaders and institutional bosses from all sides were gathering.
Therefore, the most important conference in the entire field of occultism - Hand of God...
A huge square table was placed in the center of the conference room. Leaders who came to attend the meeting entered one after another, and everyone paid attention to the five huge statues in the front.
What are carved there are the five main gods enshrined by the five major churches.
The reason why the Council took the name of the Hand of God is because the palm has five fingers, which also symbolizes the five main gods.
The world is large and the political system is complex. However, when faced with the terrorist threat from the mysterious side, it is difficult for mortal countries to deal with it, and they will not unite and cooperate because of their deep-rooted hatred and prejudice.
Therefore, the five major churches joined forces with the Insurgency and Suppression Department and other organizations to establish the Hand of God Council in order to deal with the mysterious force that is terrifying enough to destroy the world.
They respect the five main gods as their backing, and the meeting time is not fixed. The meeting will only be called when a real threat appears.
Even the Blackwater Catastrophe failed to disturb God's hand. Only the soaring drinking incident in Saiguo successfully attracted the attention of the five major churches.
According to the usual practice, William Marshall, the director of the Renekton Defense and Suppression Department, should also come to participate. However, this time he "thanked the invitation" and did not even explain the reason, directly absent from the Hand of God Council.