[Part①·Please enter the urn]
In the abandoned building of the winery, Lan Yinglong's hood was removed by Xueming, and a bucket of cold water was poured on him, and he immediately woke up from his trance-like state.
"Who are you? Why do you want to tie me up?"
Mr. Lan still can't figure out the enemy's true intention.
"How much does it cost? How much does it cost to buy my life? Just ask."
The address Xueming chose was a winery workshop and tool room that had been restructured and bankrupted more than ten years ago and was eventually abandoned. No one would come to inspect it. As the night got darker, you could vaguely hear the workers' resettlement community more than a thousand meters away. There was movement on the basketball court.
Lan Yinglong's body had been transformed through blood donation, and the wound had stopped bleeding on its own. However, the shrapnel still remained in the body, and there was dull pain and itching in his arms and thighs - forcing him to straighten and twist unnaturally in the chair.
Xueming said nothing, holding hands with her lover and sitting in front of Mr. Lan.
Their hands were still stained with blood plasma, and it would be difficult to clean them for a while.
They sat on two chairs, both of which were brought from the nightclub lobby. There was a small table between them, and the ashtrays were turned upside down as armrests. Their fingers were intertwined, and their hearts of steel touched each other.
The light of King Xin can illuminate the sea of Pompeii and reveal the scenery on the other side of Shambhala thousands of kilometers away.
When the last bit of sunlight disappeared, Xueming and Xiaoqi's upper bodies were hidden in the darkness.
Only the sound of breathing could be heard in the dark night, and the mental pressure like a mountain almost crushed Lan Yinglong. He started shouting hysterically.
"You want to find my godfather? He did everything! It has nothing to do with me! I'm not wrong!"
"I am a victim too! I am innocent!"
"Don't kill me. Without me, someone else will take over my business!"
"It's all the fault of that beast Ishimura! It's all his fault! I was forced to help him!"
"Master Waiter."
Jiang Xueming: "Where is Ishimura Takuma?"
Lan Yinglong: "Mobile phone! Give me your mobile phone! I will contact you!"
Bai Qingqing: "I don't believe you."
Lan Yinglong: "My godfather has no fixed residence! If you want to make an appointment with him, you have to trust me!"
Jiang Xueming: "You are Chinese, do you want a Japanese to be your godfather?"
"Eureka doesn't care about nationality! Everyone in this city is equal! As long as you dare to eat people! It will reward you!" Lan Yinglong vowed: "I did this to survive! This is Eureka Rules of the game in Volcano City. Two adults"
Bai Qingqing: "Don't talk nonsense."
Lan Yinglong struggled to get out of the chair and kneel in front of Xueming.
He said nervously and excitedly.
"New Paris was bombed by you. The informants in the neighborhood must have spread the news."
The words have not yet fallen——
——Xue Ming threw out a packaging bag.
Lan Yinglong looked down and his heart dropped. The contents of the dumpling bag were fingers. I got a tattoo of a peregrine falcon, which is the symbol of the Eros Mercy warband.
As a result, I'm afraid the fourteen informants around the New Paris Nightclub have been killed! No! He should be punished! It is to be punished!
That is to say——
——That is to say, my godfather still doesn’t know that I, Lan Yinglong, have been captured! I was truly alone! Calling the sky and the earth should not work anymore!
"You just said." Jiang Xueming held his chin and leaned forward, "Even if you die, someone will take over your job."
"No, no, no, no! No, no, no!" Lan Yinglong immediately changed his mind: "I'm very important! I'm very important! My godfather will never give up! That old dog in Shicun will never give up on me! I'm very useful!"
Jiang Xueming: "Prove it to me."
Lan Yinglong's eyes widened, he stood up and poked his head forward, and the luster of a metal object could be seen from the wrinkled skin on his neck.
"Here! I have the key here around my neck! I have the ledger and the treasury in my hands!"
After Xueming and Xiaoqi exchanged glances, they stepped forward and took away the key.
Xiao Qi took out Mr. Lan's mobile phone from the trophies, unlocked it with his face, and made a call.
"Ask him out."
Wait until the call is connected——
"——Are the jury ready?" Ishimura Takuma was still driving to the venue. There were twelve brothels in the city doing accounting business inspections, and he had to do it himself.
Lan Yinglong: "They are all dead! Mr. Ishimura!"
Ishimura Takuma took a deep breath. He knew the gunsmith would come, but he didn't expect it to come so quickly. He could only hold on to his last fantasy, stop the car, and walk to a secluded place on the seaside road. "How did you die?"
Lan Yinglong glanced at Jiang Xueming and didn't know how to answer.
Xueming clicked the hands-free button on her phone——
"——Hello, Ishimura Takuma."
This was the first time Mr. Ishimura heard the gunsmith's voice, and his eyes became fierce. He cursed in Japanese: "You bastard. If you dare to touch a hair of my godson."
"Please calm down, Mr. Ishimura." Jiang Xueming reminded Mr. Ishimura with a gentle tone.
Ishimura Takuma: "Hahahaha! It's so hateful and ridiculous! You killed my people and tied up my son. Now you want me to calm down?"
Jiang Xueming: "I want you to calm down - Mr. Ishimura, my students, and my sister are all in your hands."
Ishimura Takuma didn't say anything. Thinking of President Yasque's special regard for the gunsmith, he just clenched his fists and looked at the seaside scenery unwillingly.
Jiang Xueming continued in Chinese.
"I should be the one who is angry, and I should be the one who is nervous and excited, not you, Ishimura."
"Now I hope to get some news. As long as you are willing to speak, whether it is good news or bad news, I will put Lan Yinglong back to you."
Ishimura Takuma switched to broken Chinese and said: "Your sister, and the students, are not dead. There are no injuries, but there is no food and water - they will not live long."
"Can we meet?" Jiang Xueming leaned close to the phone and spoke in a friendly tone.
Ishimura Takuma: "With your sister? President Yasuo originally wanted to entrust me with elite soldiers to take your sister out of my soul power - but you, shameless bastard, actually killed her?"
"I want to meet you." Jiang Xueming interrupted, emphasizing repeatedly: "I want to meet you."
Ishimura Takuma's eyes flashed frequently——
——For a moment, he felt that he could do it again.
One of the things Connaught Johnny said over and over again was not to mess with the gunsmith. But if you strike first and kill the gunsmith, wouldn't everything be over?
Don't think Mr. Ishimura is naive. During World War II, the generals of his homeland thought the same way.
As long as the gunsmith can be killed, there is no need to take back the menus sent to the guests, and it will not be rude.
As long as he can kill the gunsmith, President Kangque will definitely understand who is stronger, who is more beautiful, and who is more worthy of attention!
"You want me to pick up Yinglong in person? Ishimura Takuma became excited: "Where is the location? "
Jiang Xueming: "Are you coming alone?"
Ishimura Takuma: "No problem."
Jiang Xueming: "I told you in advance that the view here is good, if you bring others with you"
Ishimura Takuma interrupted: "I also want to see you - the gunsmith, I am very interested in you."
Jiang Xueming: "Turn on location sharing, and the GPS will tell you how to go."
[Part②·Little surprise]
Ishimura Takuma is not that naive——
——Going to the meeting alone? He would never do such a stupid thing!
When he got the location information, he immediately summoned the elite soldiers from the nearby city, temporarily transferred more than 70 brothers, and called out half of the armadillo hunters from [KINGDOM·Kingdom], a total of 150 people, and divided the troops into six groups to march towards The winery was abandoned and killed.
These soldiers have dealt with psychics. They are definitely not the security guards in the New Paris nightclub. They are not just rotten fish. They are the main combat force of the Eros Mercy Society.
There are brothers among the armadillo hunters who kindly remind Mr. Ishimura.
"Do you want to talk to the president about this?"
Ishimura was quite impatient. He had already spent a lot of effort in mobilizing vehicles, troops and horses. What if he was a few steps slower and the gunsmith escaped?
He didn't think much about it, just a little strange——
——The volcanic city of Eureka has only one entrance and exit. In the rift valley near the Pompeii coast in the Great Plains, there are three levels, five cards and sixteen outposts.
These outposts must register their identities when receiving vehicles and people coming in and out. Unless they use fake documents and fake faces, how come the agents of the Charity Society cannot detect the gunsmith?
——Can they fly?
The convoy drove into the old street of the winery one by one——
——The neighbors opened their windows curiously, and the uncles and uncles on the basketball court also stopped in unison, with strong hatred in their eyes.
When an old lady saw the emblem of the Cupid Mercy Society, she went out from the third floor and used her grandson's stroller as a throwing prop to hit the windshield of the car in front of her.
"Fucking rebellion!" The driver's face suddenly changed, and he wanted to stop the car and kill someone.
Mr. Ishimura said with a sullen face: "Keep driving! Don't stop! Don't waste time! Let's settle the score later!"
Before this distillery was closed, it was an important producer of Eureka Volcano City rum.
Rum was a cheap and delicious treasure for sailors and the shipping trade——
——The God of Love will buy the factory, stop the sugar cane raw materials, stop the high-temperature distillation workshop, and stop all the factories. Provide retirement benefits to employees and provide them with minimum living allowances. Build basketball courts and senior activity centers for them.
What's the cost? The price is that the price of rum has gone up, and the price is that the old people in the old town of the distillery have watched their children become thieves and prostitutes.
This is also what Kangqiao Johnny said to Ishimura. If one road is dead, life will naturally find another way out. People always have to live, and they are willing to do anything for a bite to eat.
When they were still four hundred meters away from the abandoned house on the inner road of Factory Street, Ishimura Takuma asked the brothers to get out of the car and walk to avoid alerting the enemy.
They put on bulletproof vests at the trunk of the car, and each formation's FOB is fully equipped. They are a professional combat team to deal with terrorist groups.
Bringing firearms inspection equipment and don't forget all kinds of explosive bombs, one hundred and fifty people were divided into ten groups and went to the abandoned house from six different directions.
Right now, right now -
——Ishimura Takuma’s phone rang. He immediately looked around alertly, but there was no sound except the silent night. He answered the phone suspiciously.
Gunsmith: "You told me you wouldn't bring anyone else here."
"I came to see you alone." Ishimura Takuma still wanted to quibble: "These people are just here to escort me and will not do anything else."
Gunsmith: "Then please get out of the car now and come to the abandoned house, and let the others stay where they are."
Ishimura Takuma: "Okay"
Saying this, Mr. Ishimura did not hang up the phone or get out of the car——
——He asked the team members to approach the abandoned house immediately and search the house and clear the building.
There were twenty-six people in the vanguard team. The leading group threw flash bombs into the house and immediately broke down the door to guard the house with guns.
After about twenty seconds, the order to lift the alert came from the FOB radio station.
There was a big shark doll tied to the hostage chair, and Lan Yinglong had been transferred long ago.
The leader of the vanguard said: "There is no one in the house, only a rag doll."
Mr. Ishimura cursed: "What the hell do you want to do? Gunsmith? You want me to come to see you, and I'm already here! But..."
Before he finished speaking, a shrill scream came from the radio.
They were two groups stationed in the flower bed southwest of the abandoned house. The gunfire was chaotic and a firefight broke out.
"Damn! What are they fighting?" Ishimura was puzzled. He put on his night vision goggles and looked into the distance. He saw a group of people a hundred meters away gathered back to back, their movements stiff and nervous. Gun shooting.
The gunfire shot toward the withered trees farther away, and the bullets hit the stone walls and tiles of the factory building.
In the next second, the two groups of people showed no signs. They were just shrouded in a dark shadow, like wheat that fell over when blown by a strong wind. Their bodies collapsed and fell to the ground.
Ten seconds passed——
——Ishimura Takuma felt strong spiritual energy fluctuations, and a terrifying pressure burst out from the area where the firefight occurred. It was like the ocean was churning with tides, finally bringing this power to the shore and slapping him on the face.
Nausea and dizziness hit him, almost forcing Mr. Ishimura to cover his mouth and nose and almost vomit.
He held his head and rubbed his temples. He felt as if bugs had entered his brain and were eating the essence of his skull. This discomfort almost drove him into complete madness.
Something is killing his soldiers! That thing is definitely not human! No psychic can burst out with this level of spiritual pressure!
Even a powerful Morpho butterfly like President Kangque! There is no such terrifying spiritual pressure!
Is it a disaster beast? Or some other unknown great existence?
"Gunsmith! What are you doing?!" Ishimura Takuma screamed and yelled into the phone.
Strong psychic fluctuations have distorted electromagnetic signals, and mobile phones have stopped working.
"Please wake up! What kind of evil magic is this?"
The driver in the front seat had bulging eyes, turned his head to the sky, and opened his mouth. He was frothing at the mouth and his body was twitching, as if he had lost consciousness in an abnormal spiritual pressure environment.
Ishimura was already a Morpho butterfly and could still resist the intrusion of spiritual pressure. His eyes were bloodshot and he finally began to make peace and beg for mercy.
"Do you know! You have a chance to reach the sky in one step! Why do you have to sacrifice your life for Mingde? The power you have shown..."
Halfway through the words, Shi Cun saw a huge shadow outside the car window, revealing a pair of golden pupils, staring straight into the car.
The soldiers in the distance howled miserably. When they saw the ancient gods who could not be looked directly at, their eyes burst out with tears of blood, and they fell to their knees and almost fainted.
Two dark shadows were holding guns one after another, cleaning up the remaining soldiers on the battlefield. It was Xiao Qi and Xueming at work——
——Only the arrogant and moral personal waiter came to Mr. Ishimura.
The King Hunter has a pair of cat ears. She remains fused with the red mountain stone. She exudes the terrifying coercion of the evil beast and slowly opens the car door.
"I'll give you one more chance to reframe your words."
The BOSS jumped on the king hunter's shoulders, and he came to the volcanic city of Eureka as the charioteer himself.
"What do you mean [why do you have to sacrifice your life for Aohun Mingde?] - are you trying to sow discord between me and the gunsmith?"
Sorry, I have a bad headache today. It's short. My health is so bad.
(End of chapter)
