In a large and empty cathedral, a black figure was instantly smashed against the wall, like a butterfly stuck to a spider web. The figure opened its arms and was stuck by countless lit green silk strands on the wall behind it, unable to move.
He opened his mouth and roared wildly, but did not make any sound. This figure was completely black, as if his whole body was composed of black shadows. He had no face at all. Only a little bit of white light inside the mouth could be seen when he opened his mouth.
"What kind of dream is this?" Garen stood in the middle of the church inexplicably. He seemed to feel that there were people watching him from all directions. Looking around, he couldn't see anyone except himself, only the one who was stuck to the wall.
The black figure on the.
This was the first time he had had such a dream, and everything around him was completely new to him. He was 100% sure, because every pattern on the surrounding church walls gave him an unusual sense of strangeness.
"Hesas?" He whispered, but there was no reaction in his mind.
He raised his head and looked at the black human figure struggling on the opposite wall. The man opened his mouth wildly and roared, trying to break free from the network above. But the strange green death tightened more and more.
Garen tried his best to keep his attention and not let himself be distracted by everything around him, otherwise the dream would become a mess again.
He conservatively paid attention to everything around him. The church was blurry and chaotic, and the surrounding patterns seemed clearly visible, but when he looked carefully, it was all blurry.
There are tall golden statues erected on both sides of the surrounding area. Each of them holds a long sword with both hands and is more than ten meters high.
Gallon raised his feet and walked slowly in the church. He walked under the stuck human figure and reached out to touch the huge green silk screen. But unfortunately, there seemed to be a transparent layer between him and the silk screen.
There was a glass-like compartment, and all he touched was the hard and smooth surface of the compartment.
Woo...
Suddenly, a faint sound came to his ears, and Garen's vision became slightly blurred, and his eyes suddenly blurred for a moment.
"Well..." He opened his eyes and slowly stood up from the recliner.
The dream just now was so real and novel that it was still fresh in his memory when he woke up.
He was lying on the sofa in the small living room on the second floor, and the alarm on his mobile phone beside him was ringing rhythmically. It was the alarm at the time he had preset.
After pulling off his pajamas, Garen got off the sofa and stood up. The small living room was silent. The maids had all gone back to their rooms to rest. At night, the open floor-to-ceiling window curtains in the living room were blown up by the wind. From the outer balcony,
The wind blew in one after another.
Gallon walked to the balcony and looked out.
Some of the lights in the distance are fixed and some are moving. Only one or two shops on the opposite street are still open, and the rest are closed. From time to time, a few motorcycles will fly by, breaking the complete silence.
He picked up his phone from the coffee table. There were text messages from Raphael, information from his parents, and even a message from Jason, urging him to go back and check it out sometime.
There is also a message from a bald man.
Ever since he lost one eye, this guy has always been resentful towards Leiber's daughter. He wanted to take revenge, but he didn't take any action under Garen's intimidation. However, his character became more and more cruel.
Click on the bald information.
'I found clues about the mask. There is such a mask in an ancient family collection in Europe at a private exhibition. We are negotiating with the other party, hoping to acquire it, but the other party's attitude is a bit firm and does not intend to sell the mask. We are looking for other ways.
.'
The text message was sent at 11 o'clock last night. Galen looked at the current time and saw it was 3:25 in the morning.
It should be around eight or nine in the morning over there with the bald head.
Galen sent a text message directly to the other party.
'You can reveal a little bit of your identity. If he is willing to take action, you can gain our Nighthawk's friendship to a certain extent.'
After waiting for a while, there was a reply quickly.
'Boss, I'm afraid it's difficult. Our Nighthawk has almost no market in Europe, and the main areas are occupied by mercenaries here. It would be easy to handle in Africa, but here... But now it seems there is a breakthrough.'
"Let them use whatever conditions they need. As long as it's not excessive, you can agree to it, but remember the bottom line." Gallon replied.
'clear.'
Garen put down his cell phone. At this time, he had already vaguely felt something unusual about the black copper mask. After wearing this mask on his face, he could still intermittently emit a subtle flow of potential energy into his body.
Garen clearly remembered that he had absorbed all the potential points before, but now a new potential aura actually appeared.
This made his curiosity about masks suddenly increase.
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"I promised you, Bathina, not to interfere in your private life until you are twenty years old." In a gorgeous study room, a white-haired old man was saying to a young girl in a low and serious tone.
"You are nineteen years old this year. You will soon turn twenty and hold a twentieth birthday party. I, your mother, and your grandma all hope that you can share the business of being the pillar of the family." The old man paused.
After a pause, "If you like collecting, we will let you do that. If you like fighting, we support it. You also like making movies. It doesn't matter. But you must clearly understand that your future is different from that of your companions. Ours
The career, the career that the elders have worked hard for, needs you to grasp and maintain it, so as not to let our hard work go to waste. This is your responsibility as a member of the family. It is also the price you should pay to enjoy all this."
The young girl was dressed in a white T-shirt and ripped jeans. She looked just like an ordinary bad girl. The girl was tall and thick, and her face looked a bit like a man. There was no trace of beauty. She was the kind of girl that makes people rack their brains and can't figure it out.
Figure out the type of compliment.
The skin on her body has large pores and is neither white nor black, but has a dirty yellow color. She has short hair that is as dry as withered weeds, small eyes, a big nose and a big mouth. As a young girl, she is indeed
In fact, I completely inherited the shortcomings of my parents, but I did not inherit any of the advantages of my parents.
At this time, she listened to her grandfather's scolding with all her ears, but her heart felt peaceful.
"Aren't you still twenty years old? I know what to do after my birthday." Basetina replied calmly.
"What we are afraid of is that you don't understand." Grandpa retorted. "You have to distinguish what is serious. In this world, only power is the most powerful thing and the sharpest weapon. The second is money. You have been
So far, I’m still chasing meaningless things.”
"That's not meaningless." Basetina retorted, "Any field that reaches its peak is dazzling and powerful."
"So what? Our relationship can bring you world-class movie stars, world-class fighting coaches, and the best antiques. The top people in these fields only make tens of millions of dollars a year.
With an income of hundreds of millions at most, public opinion is controlled by those of us behind the scenes. They fade out, cool down, and are squeezed out of the industry. It is too easy to block them." The old man answered nonchalantly.
"The people will not be fooled so easily." Basetina frowned.
"You are wrong." The old man shook his head. "People are most likely to be deceived because they cannot see the facts at the first time. This era is the age of science and technology. Anything that is true can become false, and anything that is false can be
become real,"
"Forget it, I don't want to quarrel with you. I understand what you mean. I will be ready." Basetina stood up, patted her pants, turned around, opened the door and walked out of the study.
After coming out of her grandfather's place and driving slowly along the tree-lined path, Basetina felt a deep sense of unwillingness in her heart.
Facing the huge family, she seemed so weak and fragile. The social circle she worked so hard to build was nothing but a joke to her family. They could easily destroy all her relationships and completely isolate her.
But she doesn't give in. She loves collecting and fighting, and spends a lot of money and energy on these two things every year.
She took out her cell phone and dialed a friend's number.
'Hey Jiamu? How's the latest exhibition going?'
'What? You have something to do at home, so you probably won't be able to attend the exhibition?'
‘Okay, okay. How about we meet up in the afternoon and go shopping? Just think of it as a way to relax. Is there something urgent? Okay…’
After hanging up the phone, Basetina dialed another number again.
‘Chris, what are you doing? What! Are you moving? I’ll come right away to see you off!’
'No need? Okay, okay...'
Another friend has become indifferent for no reason.
Bassetina has already felt that the big web woven by her family is gradually beginning to close, and she is unable to resist.
Gritting her teeth, she dialed a number again, but this time the other party didn't answer at all, and no one answered.
Number after number is constantly being changed.
Calls from friends, fellow enthusiasts, members of a society, and collection associations were either not answered or brought bad news. Even most of the members of the collection association she organized had withdrawn from membership, and the entire association was on the verge of collapse.
Bang!
"Shit!"
Bassetina punched the steering wheel hard, and the car suddenly stopped, followed by the sound of brakes coming from behind.
Her circle is so fragile, and no one can resist the pressure from her family. It is pressure from all areas of society, which is heavy and suffocating.
Continuously, she tried phone numbers one after another, but all the calls were either despairing silence or polite rejections.
Gradually, she expanded the scope to anyone she knew and exchanged phone numbers with. She dialed the numbers one by one, but the result was still helpless and despairing. She thought that the huge and complicated network of relationships seemed extensive, but it was still within the family.
Under the control of the power, without exception.
With an increasingly desperate mood.
Finally, with her last hope, she made a phone call.
That was the number of a stranger she met when she went to the United States to participate in a fighting exchange competition. She was trying to find a place that her family's power could not reach.