Dawn, the southern end of Skull Island, the temple.
Behind the sealed entrance of the temple is a long corridor diagonally downwards. The volcanic rocks covering the entrance are piled up to a length of more than ten meters.
Fortunately, Du Weiguo had a Kusanagi sword that was as sharp as clay and enough explosives, so he could barely blow up a passage that could accommodate him.
Drilling through the passage blocked by rocks, you will find this bottomless tunnel, with white skeletons all over the ground.
They were so densely packed that there was no end in sight. It was roughly estimated that there were no less than a thousand bodies, just a few more. They were all human skeletons, both men and women.
Perhaps because the corridor was sealed, the air was thin, and there was no exposure to wind or rain, these skeletons were relatively well preserved.
The corridor was deathly silent and dark, coupled with the piles of bones. If an ordinary person saw it, they would probably be scared to death on the spot.
Du Weiguo killed Yingye, so naturally he would not be frightened by the broken bones. He slowly squatted down, put on his tactical gloves, and squinted his eyes to look at the bones in front of him.
He even picked up one of the skulls with great interest, shook off the thick dust, and dug his silky fingers into the bones.
"Tsk, that's interesting."
Du Weiguo carefully rotated the skull in his hand and looked at it carefully, as if appreciating a rare treasure, and clicked his tongue.
Of course it wasn't that he was mentally ill and had weird hobbies like necrophilia, but Du Weiguo saw many problems from these skeletons.
"The age at the time of death is generally between 20 and 30, and there are even younger ones and no older ones.
Looking at the wear and tear of the gums and the density of the bones, these people usually eat poorly, are thin and stunted, are they slaves? "
Du Weiguo muttered to himself and threw the skull back to the ground. Poof, the skull turned into dregs.
After patting the dust on his gloves, Du Weiguo took off his mask, sniffed and frowned:
"It seems that these people have been dead for at least several decades, or even longer. The key is that there is no corpse odor or corpse oil at all. This is a bit unreasonable."
The air in the passage was thin and filled with a dull smell of decay, but it was not smelly.
After seeing corpses for many years, Du Weiguo gained some knowledge. At least he understood the basic conditions of corpses after they decomposed.
With so many corpses gathered in a nearly airtight environment, it was impossible for there to be no trace of corpse odor, not even a drop of corpse oil.
"Could it be that these bones are the descendants of the Mayans who landed on Skull Island earlier, and were then held captive by Iron Blood to do hard labor to build this temple? But where is their flesh and blood?"
The situation is strange, but there is no turning back. They have already come in anyway, and they have not found the source of the trembling space. There is absolutely no reason to turn back.
Du Weiguo's eyes narrowed, he held a gun in his left hand and a sword in his right hand, and stepped forward on the bones.
Pattaya, North, Gulf of Siam, Citi Base.
Now is the peak period of Citi's garrison in Pattaya. There are more than 50,000 Citi soldiers stationed in military bases along the coast between Bangkok and Pattaya.
The current commander of Pattaya is named Jonathan Price, with the rank of lieutenant general. He is a serious-looking middle-aged man with a red face who loves to smoke cigars. He is a typical Texas tough guy.
At this moment, Jonathan put down the cigar in his hand, stared at Moran across from him with evil eyes, and said in a very stiff tone:
"Triss, what do you mean by breaking through and dragging these damn corpses into the military camp? A demonstration? Or a threat?"
At dawn, Moran led a dozen heavy-duty trucks, loaded with the corpses of hundreds of blood skeletons, to break through the checkpoint and go straight to Jonathan's headquarters.
Right now, these cars were parked under the window of his office, looking extremely overbearing.
At this moment, Moran was sitting on the chair opposite him with his legs crossed, his expression indifferent, and a cigarette in his mouth.
After hearing Jonathan's question, Moran slowly exhaled the smoke and said in a calm tone:
"General Jonathan, Pattaya is the territory of your Citi Army. Under your eyes, these bastards are firing guns and cannons without saving any face.
Since your Citizen military has been slow to respond, I have no choice but to do my best as a landlord and help you bring the culprit over. But I'm very sorry, there are only corpses. "
The amount of information contained in Moran's words was so great that Jonathan couldn't help but hesitate for a moment before he could fully digest it.
Then he rolled his eyes, his tone full of sarcasm:
"Triss, are you telling me a joke? Since you admit that Pattaya is the territory of our Citi Army, how come you have become the master again? Who is the master?"
Moran slowly stubbed out the still-burning cigarette butt with his fingers, threw it into the ashtray in front of Jonathan, and said word by word:
"General Jonathan, you have tens of thousands of troops stationed here, and I also have tens of thousands of people who are counting on me for food.
In other words, half of the people in Pattaya now rely on you for food, and the other half rely on me. Therefore, you are the master, and so am I. "
As he spoke, Moran's beautiful fox eyes narrowed slightly, staring straight at Jonathan without blinking for a moment.
Seeing her blade-like eyes, Jonathan, who had been a soldier all his life and had seen mountains of swords and seas of blood, couldn't help but feel guilty and subconsciously avoided looking at her.
Of course, what Jonathan is afraid of is not Moran. The so-called Queen of Pattaya is a joke in front of him.
The Han and Tang Dynasty regiments that Moran created seemed to be quite normal, but in Jonathan's eyes, they were like children playing house, and they could be crushed into rubbish at the snap of a finger.
But the person standing behind Moran is a evil spirit. This guy is an out-and-out ruthless character, and Jonathan is also very afraid of him.
Kuncha, the local emperor of the Triangle, Allen, the second-in-command of the CIA, Suat, the autocratic oligarch of India, who is not a person with high power and a heavy army?
But everything fell into the hands of the evil god. Even General Richard, the commander-in-chief of the Citi garrison in Japan, was once a prisoner of the evil god.
Although this news is tightly covered, it is already considered an open secret among senior executives of Citigroup, especially those in the Asian military.
Now Moran is pretending to be powerful, but Du Weiguo is currently missing and has not been confirmed to be dead. For a person like him, as long as he does not die for a day, the terrifying deterrent will not disappear.
After a slight weigh, Jonathan frowned and his tone became more soothing:
"Triss, stop beating around the bush and tell the truth. What is your purpose in bringing these corpses to my military camp?"
Seeing that Jonathan had given in, Moran was secretly happy, raised his eyebrows, and stopped covering up and got straight to the point:
"General Jonathan, we are at war with the Freemasons, and you, the Citizen Army, want to watch the show and reap the benefits. That's no problem. It is a grudge between us in the first place. Naturally, it does not matter whether we live or die."
Upon hearing this, Jonathan subconsciously touched his chin, his eyes flickering, Moran knocked on the table, and suddenly the conversation changed:
"But you, the Citigroup military, cannot be partial! Be biased!"
Moran raised his voice, and Jonathan opened his mouth to defend, but Moran didn't give him a chance at all, and spoke in a sonorous tone:
"The Noah Legion under the Freemasonry, consisting of hundreds of blood skeletons, carrying heavy weapons such as rocket launchers and mortars, set off from the airport in the southern suburbs of Laowa in the early morning of the day before yesterday.
Through the Citi military route, four Hercules transport planes landed at your Sriracha Military Airport. General Jonathan, don't say you didn't know about such a big news? "
"Uh~~"
Moran snatched the truth in one fell swoop and revealed all his family treasures. Not only did he leave Jonathan speechless, but he also revealed his powerful intelligence capabilities.
The time, place, route, and affiliation were all clearly stated and indistinguishable.
Jonathan's expression was slightly embarrassed, and he frowned and said nothing. Moran lit up a cigarette again, and said in a faint tone:
"So, General Jonathan, my request is that your Citi military must help us once, and it will be considered a tie."
"How to help?"
Jonathan had a bad premonition in his heart and his voice was muffled. Moran's eyes turned and he slowly exhaled the smoke:
"Your Majesty General, my request is very simple. Please hold a press conference to announce that these bloody skeletons are vicious Malacca pirates and were killed by your troops."
Moran glanced at Jonathan with a half-smile: "How's it going? The request is very simple, isn't it too much?"
"Hiss~"
Jonathan gasped.
At the same time, Bangkok, Yaowarat Road, Chinatown.
In the past, Chinatown was bustling with traffic and pedestrians, especially when it was almost time to eat, so it should be even more lively.
But today's Chinatown is strangely deserted.
Not only were there few people on the streets, most businesses had closed their doors early and even white flags were hung in front of every house.
Without him, today is the day when Wan Zhongkui, the leader of Chinatown, returns home.
The main hall of the Chaoshan Chamber of Commerce was decorated as a mourning hall. There was a photo of Kui Ye on the memorial tablet, and a beautiful nanmu coffin was placed under it. Inside were several pieces of Kui Ye's clothes and a lifelike wood carving.
Kuiye encountered a saturation bombing of rockets in Wulong Lanlou, and his body was completely gone. He had no choice but to use a wood carving to replace him.
Several of Mr. Kui's former wives, including his only daughter, were kneeling in front of the coffin wearing mourning to thank the guests who came to pay their respects.
The back hall of the Chamber of Commerce was filled with smoke and filled with people, all of whom were prominent figures in Chinatown.
The seat on the left hand side is Tang Li's father, Ruyunlong Tang Conglong, and behind him stands Tang Li and Mo Li.
Opposite Tang Conglong, there sat a rough-looking man with beards. His name was Mu Bei, nicknamed Winged Tiger, and he was the leader of the "mule team" under Kui Ye.
"Aaron, our Chaoshan Chamber of Commerce is organizing a funeral for Mr. Kui today, and we are discussing matters by the way. Why did you call two outsiders over?"
Mu Bei was very angry. The outsiders he mentioned were of course Mo Li and Tang Li.
Both of them were born in Chinatown, but later switched to Du Weiguo's sect and took orders from Mo Lan. There was nothing wrong with them being outsiders.
Mo Li had a steady temper, a sullen face, and pursed his lips without speaking. Tang Li had a hot temper but couldn't bear it:
"Mu Bei, who do you think is an outsider?"
Mu Bei sneered and was about to speak when Tang Conglong coughed dryly and said:
"Ah Li, no matter how big or small you are, your Uncle Tiger always calls me brother, and you have to call me uncle. Remember, we can't lose our decency at any time."
Tang Conglong lectured Tang Li politely, scolding Sang and Huai, and Mu Bei's face grew hot. He usually called Brother Long and was extremely affectionate.
Today I want to seize the lead, and I can't let my momentum fall behind, so I deliberately changed my tune.
Mu Bei was usually in charge of the mule team, and with Mr. Kui personally in charge, he naturally had no evil intentions and worked diligently.
However, this time in Udon Thani, not only Kui Ye was defeated, but also more than 300 elite members of the mule team who were most loyal to him were lost. Mu Bei happened to be leading the team to deliver goods at the time and was lucky to escape.
At the same time, Queen Pattaya was also attacked, suffering heavy losses and only escaping her life. According to rumors, the evil god is actually dead, and some people are now going to settle the score.
At this moment, Mu Bei's thoughts came to life.
You know, although Mr. Kui's mule team suffered heavy losses, it has not fallen down. There are still hundreds of men and guns left, and all of them are men who dare to fight.
And these men usually listen to Mu Bei's call. With Kui Ye dead, the group is leaderless, which is equivalent to him suddenly holding the strength of two battalions in his hands.
Even so, if Pattaya is as stable as Mount Tai, Mu Bei still doesn't dare to compete with Tang Conglong who has strong support on his back.
But now, fuck! You are all a capable man, who has no ambition?
Mu Bei is usually in charge of the mule team, transporting goods, collecting money, and traveling to and from various places. He is the most familiar with customers and knows the terrifying profits contained in them.
As long as this huge piece of fat falls into his mouth, in less than three years, no, in just one year, he will be able to recruit thousands of people. By then, no one can control him anymore, he will be Siam The first person in the underworld.
Thinking of this, Mu Bei felt hot:
"Aaron, stop talking nonsense. Although Mr. Kui was killed, our business cannot stop."
Mu Bei stood up slowly and looked around at everyone:
"Along, you are most familiar with all the businesses in our Chinatown. Now that Mr. Kui is gone, you should be the one to take over the business."
"Buzz~"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was an uproar around him. Everyone was looking at him with astonished eyes and whispering in low voices.
Everyone thought that Mu Bei hurried back this time to grab the leader, but no one expected that he actually wanted to appoint Tang Conglong as the boss of Chinatown. What the hell is this rhythm?
However, Tang Conglong's face did not show the slightest smile at this moment. Instead, his face was livid. He was so sophisticated that he guessed Mu Bei's thoughts in an instant.
This grandson wants to break up the flour business and challenge him to a duel!
This Mu Bei looked like a rough man, but in fact he was as shrewd as a ghost, and he was very good at calculating. The profits from the flour business were as huge as gold and silver, but Tang Conglong was from a well-connected family.
Besides, Mu Bei's mule team are all the most capable young people drawn from Chinatown, and they are so good at this skill.
Sure enough, Mu Bei smiled and changed the subject:
"What about me? I just have a hard life. I have been helping Mr. Kui deliver goods. I have been running around and licking blood with the blade of a knife. I can just continue to be responsible for delivering goods."
"Buzz!"
As soon as this statement came out, the surrounding area exploded. Everyone was familiar with the world. No one was stupid. They all knew Mu Bei's plan and the terrifying benefits of the flour business.
The Chaoshan Chamber of Commerce in Chinatown has public accounts, and is somewhat of a big-pot rice cooker. The so-called old men in the association usually do not pay much attention to the benefits of moistening flour, and do not work but eat.
If Mu Bei really wanted to single him out, they would cut off their most important financial source, so they would be the most vocal in their opposition.
"No, no~"
"Definitely not. Isn't this equivalent to starting from scratch?"
"That's right, Mu Bei has a huge appetite. His subordinates are all the sons of our Chinatown. Do you want to borrow chickens to lay eggs? No way!"
"Dangdangdang~"
Mu Bei suddenly knocked on the tea table next to him, interrupting everyone's discussion, and explained with a smile on his face:
"Hey, dear elders, there is no need to worry about the Chamber of Commerce's income. I, Mu Bei, usually get 30% more than usual from Master Kui."
Upon hearing this, everyone's eyes almost immediately lit up, and the opinions of these old men immediately changed.
"Let me just say, Ahu has always been the most sensible and loyal!"
"Yes, Brother Hu is Yi Bo Yuntian. He is usually in charge of the flour business. Except for him who is the most familiar with it, it is really difficult for others to get started."
"Ahu, my wife is very skilled and has reached her age. I heard that your mule team is still short of a steward~~"
As the saying goes, a person's mouth has two skins, but it's all reasonable anyway.
Seeing the profit, these old immortal coffins don't care about their dignity, and they almost show flattery faces one-sidedly.
Seeing that the overall situation had been decided, Mu Bei's lips showed a proud smile, his face glowed red, he bowed in all directions, and said politely:
"Thank you elders for your support. I, Mu Bei, have always been the most disciplined in my work and will not let you down. I also promise that after one year, the public accounts submitted to the Chamber of Commerce will be at least doubled."
Mu Bei smiled so hard that he couldn't even see his eyebrows. He was full of promises on his lips, but he cursed viciously in his heart:
"The Yan family shovel! These old immortals who adapt to the wind and talk without back pain will kill you one by one when I stabilize the situation and have full wings.
Now that the Evil God has cooled down, there is no need to make offerings to him anymore. Even if we make more friends for the time being, I will still earn more than the original Mr. Kui. Hey, I am really a genius. "
At this time, Tang Conglong could no longer bear it, stood up and said:
"Ahu, after all, this flour business is the business of the evil god. We are just working for his old man, not necessarily in the Triangle~~"
"Tch! Aaron, you are such an old fool."
Mu Bei was already a little distracted at this moment. He interrupted Tang Conglong's words with an unceremonious sneer and said in a joking tone:
"The Evil God has already cooled down, so you should return the favor to me. As for General Kongka in the Triangle Area, he has a very good relationship with me. I am 100% sure~~"
"You said the evil spirit has become cold?"
At this moment, a woman's voice suddenly sounded in the room. It was not loud, but it overwhelmed all the noise and penetrated everyone's ears clearly.
Ellie stood up lazily with a cigarette in her mouth, and slowly walked over to Mu Bei. Previously, she had been hiding in the back row with her eyes closed, so she was automatically ignored by others.
Ellie has always been doing dark work in the shadows in Pattaya. She rarely appears in front of the stage, and few people know that she is following.
Except for Tang Li, even Mo Li only knew a little bit about it, let alone the others.
Mu Bei didn't know Ai Li at all. Seeing her young and beautiful appearance, he naturally felt contemptuous and teased her contemptuously:
"Little girl, who are you? Mo Li or Tang Li's horse? You don't have the right to speak in this, otherwise~ah~"
Mu Bei was really distracted. As he spoke, he tried to reach out to hook Ellie's chin.
The cold light suddenly lit up, and the claw he had just extended was instantly nailed to the tea table next to him by a sharp steel shuttle. Mu Bei suddenly screamed.
"puff!"
Another steel shuttle shot into his mouth like lightning, shot out directly from the back of his head, and nailed a bloody flower to the snow-white wall.
Ordinarily, Mu Bei's skills are quite good, and his nickname of Winged Tiger is not for nothing. He earned it through hard work.
However, his skills were only as good as those of ordinary people. Against a top ability user like Ellie, he was nothing. He was killed instantly before he even had a chance to react.
This is the gap between ordinary people and people with abilities. It is not one dimension at all. Dimensionality reduction strikes.
"Forget it, I'm too lazy to talk nonsense to you."
Mu Bei was killed in the blink of an eye by a rabbit and a falcon. Ellie blew out a cigarette and kicked down his body, which was still standing stiffly with its pupils wide open.
The rest of the people were shocked by this sudden change. Ellie looked around at the stunned people with piercing eyes:
"I am one of the Evil Gods. The Evil God has said that Tang Conglong will be the leader of Chinatown from now on, and the flour business will also belong to him. The rules remain unchanged. Whoever objects, please stand up and show me!"
It was dead silent, you could hear a pin drop, no one dared to face Ellie's intimidating gaze.
Everyone lowered their heads and glanced at the blood-stained evil shuttle on the wall with their peripheral vision. They were so scared that they didn't dare to breathe.
A farce that ended badly!
(End of chapter)
