Chapter 210: Mortals, dare to overstep! (two in one)
Old Tang and Caesar were lying in the back of the truck. Old Tang held a rifle in his hand and stood up from time to time, observing the situation outside the window.
As an old man, Old Tang actually knows that relying on the protection of trucks does not require anyone to guard him at all. But what do you mean, you have to show your usefulness, otherwise won't people's money be wasted?
Old Tang knew that the money for hiring him this time was paid by Ander. Considering that his friend paid for it, Old Tang could only devote some energy to provide more extra services to this employer.
As for the little golden retriever Caesar who asked to watch the night with him, Old Tang did not refuse. In his opinion, he would not be in any danger in the first place, so it was better to let this rich kid stay and talk to him.
"Don't you want to sleep more?" Old Tang looked at Caesar, who had his eyes open next to him. He straightened his chair and looked out the window, seemingly thinking about something.
"No, I've slept enough today." Caesar's beautiful face was hidden in the darkness, and the light outside shone through the car window and hit his golden hair: "I can help you keep an eye on it."
Old Tang smiled and shook his head, gesturing at the rifle in his hand: "I have a gun, I don't need your help."
Caesar didn't say anything, he just rolled down the window and let the gentle evening breeze from the outside flow into the narrow space. Caesar knew very well that the enemy might find him and his group. At that time, Old Tang, an ordinary person, would be the most dangerous.
that one.
As a priest of Bahamut, Caesar felt that he had an obligation to protect ordinary people who were invaded by evil, so he volunteered to stay with Old Tang.
"It's boring anyway, so why not come and chat." Old Tang also straightened up: "Little Golden Retriever, you speak Chinese better than me. You didn't go to an international school back then."
When Lao Tang went to primary school in China, he studied in a small county on the southeast coast. There was an international school in that county, where children from other families studied. There were several young white people and young black people studying there.
"No, my mother and I were living in a work unit compound at that time, and we went to a school for the children of that work unit." Caesar recalled his childhood days. There were many people from all over Peiping, and there were also many work unit compounds. If you count
Calculating time, Caesar should be considered the last glory of the big courtyard boy when he was a child.
"I remember that there was a large cinema in the yard, and there were many crickets in the grass next to the cinema." Caesar recalled: "On rainy nights, those crickets would jump on the steps of the cinema, and those crickets and I
Friends will catch them."
If Caesar had a choice, he would rather stay in the small and cozy Khrushchev House in Peking than go to the spacious but deserted Gattuso Manor in Italy.
Hearing Caesar's words, Old Tang was a little surprised: "I remember that China has very strict control over foreigners."
"Our family," Caesar scratched his head, and finally said perfunctorily: "There is some relationship."
Seeing that Caesar was unwilling to say anything, Old Tang didn't ask any more questions. He just continued, "What about your father? Does he earn a lot?"
A hint of embarrassment and disgust flashed across Caesar's face: "Actually, my uncle is in charge of my family's business. My father is that kind of..."
"A playboy?" Old Tang answered, "Or a prodigal?"
"It's all," Caesar sighed. In such an atmosphere, he was willing to tear off a little bit of pretense: "He only wants to have fun, spend money like running water, and change men or women every night."
"No wonder your mother wants to take you out," Old Tang nodded: "Think of the bright side, my family is worse than yours."
"Your father also likes to have sex with dogs?" Caesar revealed Pompeii's little secret without hesitation. Anyway, Old Tang will never have any interaction with the Gattuso family in this life. This kind of excitement of secretly leaking secrets makes Caesar
Licking his lips.
"No, I have no family. I have cut off ties with my family since I dropped out of high school." Old Tang patted Caesar on the shoulder: "My family wants me to be a dentist or an engineer or something, but I
I prefer my current life.”
"How is your mother?" Old Tang asked. He could see that Caesar loved his mother very much.
"We are divorced, and now we are separated by an ocean, but I still follow my father." Caesar showed a hint of envy: "It would be great if I could be like you."
"Absolutely, you look so strong, you must be a good bounty hunter." Old Tang's eyes lit up: "I will give you a website later, and we can go on missions together in the future."
"No, you don't understand. In fact, Italians are very similar to Chinese people. They value their families." Caesar moved his body, and the light shone on the side of his face, like a Braunlan oil painting.
"I hate that irresponsible father and that kind of family atmosphere, but I can't let go of the family's career and honor. Do you understand what I'm saying?" Caesar explained that he hates the annoying Gattuso family.
But we have to admit that Gattuso has made great contributions to slaying dragons over the years.
Caesar was unwilling to deny the contributions made by his predecessors, but he could not separate those sacrifices and honors from this despicable family, so he could only continue to get along with each other in this way of neither superior nor inferior.
"I guess I understand, it's like my father always said that we should honor our ancestors and spread the branches and leaves." Old Tang lit up a cigarette he just bought: "Do you mind if you smoke?"
"As you wish." Caesar shook his head.
"If you ask me, don't think so much, just love yourself." Old Tang took a puff and shook the ashes out of the window: "In modern society, a person can live well alone."
As he spoke, Old Tang also began to tell his own story. Old Tang was different from other honest Chinese academics. He had not been a peaceful guy since he was a child, and even more so after coming to the United States.
"When I first came to the United States, I was fooled by that shabby elementary school," Old Tang said about the situation when he first came to the United States: "The various facilities were so shabby, there was endless bullying, and many people were involved in drugs."
"People from gangs outside are looking for older kids in the school to recommend hemp grass and red beans in the school." Old Tang said happily: "I am a Chinese and good-looking, but those people just look at me and ask for money."
"What he did was that children in China would do it with their hands, not on the steel pipe," Old Tang said about his experience that year, still a little scared: "Here they were shot directly. Do you know that a ten-year-old boy was shot with a gun?"
How does it feel when you push it on your head?"
"Later I couldn't bear it anymore, so I secretly got some money and found some older brothers from the middle school next to me. I became their little brother for a while and finally suppressed those who bullied me."
Old Tang recalled this and sighed: "So, a young man like you won't understand the suffering of us people. Later, he was forced by his family to go to high school. He could no longer study, so he had to come out.
Work hard.”
Shaking his head, the atmosphere in the car became a little sad. In the atmosphere just now, the two people unknowingly revealed what they had buried in their hearts. Old Tang threw the finished cigarette butt out of the car and turned around and said:
"Don't talk about this kind of thing. Every family has its own scriptures that are difficult to recite. Let me tell you the story of when I was exploring the Inca pyramid ruins in the tropical rain forest."
As he spoke, Old Tang told the story of a time when he was entrusted by someone to go on an adventure to a tropical rainforest in South America.
Not far away, a commissioner from the Enforcement Department was investigating suspicious persons near the town. Suddenly, behind him, there was a crunching sound of feet stepping on stones.
The executive commissioner turned around suddenly, and the flashlight under the gun shone on a man in black robe. The executive commissioner immediately said: "Suspicious target found, location ****, ****."
But surprisingly, there was no echo in the walkie-talkie, not even the noise caused by the passing current.
"Damn it," the commissioner immediately raised the muzzle of his gun, only to find that his body seemed to be restrained and his hand was moving involuntarily, as if it had a will of its own.
In the silence, the commissioner watched desperately as his body moved. He first put down the rifle in his hand, then took out the pistol from his waist, and poked the cold muzzle into his soft mouth, and then...
Snapped!
The low gunshot echoed in the lonely environment, and the pistol equipped with a silencer made a short and soft sound. All it takes to lose a life is to accelerate a pea-sized copper particle to 300 meters per second.
The man in black who saw all this just exposed his blackened gums under the cover of his hood and smiled excitedly and sickly.
The man in black walked towards the brightly lit town in the distance. He knew very well that his goal was there, and by completing this great deed, he would be promoted from a bishop to an envoy, further evolving gloriously.
The man in black walked through a forest full of dead trees, stepping on the rough stones on the ground, and walked towards the truck parking lot. The enemy was very smart. They abandoned the carriage with the locator, but the route of action was too single.
It only takes a little extrapolation to find their location.
The bishop once again showed a sick smile and touched his cheek with white scales. The excessive amount of evolutionary medicine Dragon Veins had already damaged his nerves, turning him into a terrifying weapon that was not afraid of pain, making this man closer to Deadpool.
At the same time, it also made him more deadly.
In the dim light of the parking lot, a truck with a tattered front was parked there. These heretics who did not understand evolution did not even make the necessary cover. In the bishop's view, this was the blind arrogance of the heretics.
Old Tang was chatting with Caesar when he suddenly saw a man in black from the window approaching the car. His strange appearance made Old Tang alert.
"You stay here," Old Tang said with a gentle smile, holding the gun on his back, "I'll go down and have a cigarette."
Old Tang didn't want Caesar to get out of the car. In his opinion, he, as a bodyguard, should protect Caesar. As he said that, Old Tang opened the car door and walked towards the man in black.
"Brother, what do you do?" Old Tang walked over and saw the sickly cheeks and fish-like attachments on the skin of the man in black: "Do you want me to help you find a doctor?"
The bishop looked at the man in front of him. He knew that Old Tang, an adventurous bounty hunter who traveled around the world on various bounty missions, was a smoke bomb sent by Kassel Academy.
As for the revenge of the religious sect, let’s start with this humble ordinary person.
Thinking like this, the bishop raised his arm, preparing to release his Word Spirit Arachne. This Word Spirit is the superior form of the Word Spirit Snake. It can further control the enemy's body by manipulating bioelectricity.
Therefore, this speaking spirit was named after Arachne, the woman who was turned into a spider in Greek mythology. Those electric currents are like spider threads, trapping those who are enemies of it.
Now, tiny bioelectric currents are emitted along the bishop's arm, entering Old Tang's body in a way that neither conforms to Ohm's law nor Joule's law, manipulating Old Tang's nerves wantonly.
But the bishop discovered something was wrong in an instant. His speaking spirit was trembling in the body of the man in front of him, and those tiny currents were thrown back by a huge force, carrying an extremely terrifying message:
"Mortals, how dare you overstep your bounds!"
The sound like a bell rushed from the bishop's fingertips to the top of his head, exploding inside his skull. The bishop's body suddenly knelt down, and his scaly forehead hit the ground, and black-red blood flowed out.
"Damn it, buddy, don't scare me." Old Tang was startled. He originally thought that the person in front of him was some kind of bad guy, but he thought he was a madman. Before the New Year, he gave himself a blow.
With that said, Old Tang wanted to help him up, but was stopped. Caesar stood aside, frowning at the man lying on the ground, and said, "Be careful, there might be a problem."
"Yes, I think he must have taken drugs." Old Tang put away his hands: "There are still scales on his face. It must be some kind of skin disease."
"Do you want to call the police?" Old Tang took out his mobile phone and was about to call 911, but Caesar stopped him.
"It seems like someone is coming." Caesar stopped Old Tang's movement. As the two of them were talking, an ambulance with the stamp of St. Elizabeth's Mental Hospital stopped in front of them. Two fully armed medical staff got out and took the
A man in black clothes is strapped to a stretcher.
"Are you okay?" one of the medical staff asked: "This patient has overdosed and has a contagious skin disease. Do not touch him."
"No, no," Old Tang waved his hand hurriedly: "He collapsed like that?"
"Elepsy, that's what these drug addicts are like. If his family didn't still have some money, we wouldn't be willing to take him in." After saying that, the medical staff tied the man a little tighter, and the two of them worked together to transport the man.
car.
"It's really dangerous. Fortunately, I have you." Old Tang breathed a sigh of relief. The guy he thought was difficult to deal with turned out to be a mental patient with a hole in his brain.
But Caesar was full of suspicion. He knew very well that the man just now was a dangerous person who was about to become a Deadpool. But such a man knelt down in front of Old Tang without saying a word. What on earth was going on?
Then, the vibration of the phone in his trouser pocket interrupted Caesar's thoughts. He opened the phone and saw the message from Ander: "Don't be nervous, it was the protective item I gave to Ronald."
Caesar's doubts were suppressed. If Mr. Ander took action, it didn't seem unacceptable.
"What are you looking at?" Old Tang asked.
"No, it's nothing." Caesar put the phone away: "It's just a message from home."
On the other side, the restrained bishop lost his breath in the car. His body was intact, but his spirit had already collapsed.
"You are so bold, you dare to take action against the King of Bronze and Fire." The special team of the execution department communicated.
"But it seems that the other party is not awakened?"
"It's just a conditioned reflex, like the reflex to shrink your hands after being burned by fire."