Before the Americans got involved, the only thing worth worrying about was Tanano Shenxiu in the meditation hall. This fully proves that the most terrifying enemy is the enemy hiding in the dark. Without Shao Hei's remote sensing detection, it would be impossible to reach the
Now we wouldn't have thought that there was such a huge ambush under the strange house.
I jumped up to the roof and looked towards the meditation hall. The white house was strangely exposed in my field of vision, without any movement.
In the winter in Hokkaido, birds rarely appear. Most migratory birds trek south and fly thousands of miles to subtropical areas where food is abundant. The few remaining species of resident birds only come out occasionally to look for food when the weather gets warmer.
Food. Without these chirping little guys, there is an unbearable sadness and sadness all the time this winter.
According to the research results of American humanists, the greedy, murderous, and selfish character traits of the Japanese are extremely consistent with the environmental and climatic conditions of this island country. As a result of the mutual complementation, their paranoia in their bones has become more and more intense, and has reached the point where
To the point where they are incompatible with other ethnic groups in Asia.
There is no doubt that in such a depressed environment, people are indeed prone to fall into inexplicable extremes.
"Mr. Feng, the lights are always bright in the villa. Brothers, you are going to have a hard time tonight -" Xiao Lai pointed to the south and sniffed. The tip of his nose had already turned red from the cold, all because of his youthful vigor.
Support.
Looking to the south, the lights over Xunfu Garden are indeed flashing. I guess it is Wang Jiangnan and others, who are confidently waiting for the arrival of American anti-terrorism experts. If nothing else happens, the villa's defense capabilities will be improved before sunrise tomorrow.
More than ten times, it will have the most powerful attack firepower in a small area, and there is no need to fear the armed attack of the Yamaguchi-gumi that it may face.
"Actually, I miss the days of fighting with my brothers. My adoptive father once told me that if you go out to fool around, you have no eyesight. If you want to save your life forever, you have to trust the brothers around you." Xiao Lai took off his black leather gloves and used force.
He moved his fingers and lowered his head to brush away the frost on the tip of his eyebrows.
People in the underworld always put the word "brother" on their lips. The most common saying is "brothers are like brothers and feet, and women are like clothes."
But that was ten years ago in the arena, before the rules of the underworld were completely destroyed. By the end of the twentieth century and the beginning of the twenty-first century, as Americans wielded big sticks more and more hastily, many small countries no longer
Playing the cards according to the rules, but jumping out and firing at every turn, which caused the situation on the white road to be turbulent, and indirectly caused the various people in the underworld to no longer be able to act calmly and according to the rules.
I have seen the gang roster in San Francisco. Since 1995, the leaders of various local gangs have changed almost every six months. The old leader died at the hands of the new leader, and the new leader changed again.
He died in the hands of newer newcomers... In fact, the day before everyone went to fight with knives, they were still good brothers who chopped off chicken heads and drank blood wine. They shouted more intimately than anyone else and shouted louder than anyone else.
This is Jianghu. Only those who have never been betrayed by their brothers will unconditionally trust the people around them.
Xiao Lai is still young, has nothing but passion, and his brief social experience can basically be ignored.
"Master Guan is right. Only by sharing your blood and conquering the world with your brothers can you live a meaningful life." I didn't want to dampen Xiao Lai's interest, and with Guan Master's "bone-touching skills", he rarely got it wrong.
People will not be betrayed by their own brothers.
When Guan Fuzi was mentioned, Xiao Lai became obviously excited: "Mr. Feng, my adoptive father met you in Mount Wutai and even touched your bones! But he didn't give his name at that time, and you didn't pay much attention, so
We have just met each other but don’t know each other.”
I was stunned. I traveled to Mount Wutai three years ago. There were so many fortune tellers there that I really didn’t pay much attention to the faces of the other people. I treated them all as “liars.”
"What did Master Guan say?" I asked, following Xiao Lai's topic.
"He never told anyone about the result. He only suggested that Mr. Sun Long make an appointment with you and invite you to join the Sharpshooter Club. He didn't say anything else." Xiao Lai showed a confused expression. Although he was Guan Fuzi's adopted son,
It doesn't seem like he's very favored.
Thinking of Guan Fuzi's miraculous "bone-touching technique", I suddenly had an idea. It would be great if I had the opportunity to let him see my marriage with Guan Baoling, so that I wouldn't drag it out so unclearly.
I can't figure out the true relationship between Tycoon and Guan Baoling, but I'm starting to be half-convinced by all the rumors from the outside world. The look on their faces together is indeed not mixed with the ambiguity between men and women, but more of the inseparability.
of family affection.
"Mr. Feng, I hope to follow you all the time in the world of martial arts. In fact, for hundreds of years, every big shot in the world of martial arts will have his or her caring brother - brothers who share the same heart are more powerful than gold, as my adoptive father has always said. If
Where I did not do well enough, please correct me in time."
I was touched by Xiao Lai's attitude, because so far, I don't have much fame in the Chinese underworld. If he follows other masters, it will be easier for him to succeed and get more opportunities to show his face.
I patted him gently on the shoulder: "Thank you, Xiao Lai."
The ancients said that the white hair is still new and the hair is as old as ever.
I hope that Xiaolai and I will become good friends who will travel together in the world, just like my eldest brother in the past, a brother who has such a sincere heart as a scalpel, can be trusted with anything at any time.
When she returned to the house, Guan Baoling was lost in thought in front of the brazier, and the black and silver ring was quietly placed on the table.
"I'm sorry, I didn't expect to bring you so much unexpected trouble -" She raised her head, her long eyelashes were filled with moisture, and her eyes were dark and deep, like two eyes that had just been soaked in ice water.
Longan grapes have the allure that makes people eager to taste them greedily.
She reached for the poker, apparently wanting to add charcoal to the brazier.
I hurried over and picked up the fire tongs, because I always felt that her delicate hands should not be doing such rough work. I remember that a recent entertainment magazine said that she endorsed a French nail product and received an initial payment.
It reached seven figures in US dollars.
"Miss Su Lun blamed you again?" Her long eyelashes were trembling and her lips were slightly pale.
I shrugged my shoulders and smiled pretending to be relaxed: "No, we just talked about a few minor issues - Hey, have you ever heard that there is a second Afang Palace somewhere in China? And it is preserved.
Intact?" If we could change the topic, at least the two of us wouldn't be too embarrassed. With Guan Baoling, Su Lun's shadow would soon disappear from my mind.
Guan Baoling shook her head in surprise: "The second Epang Palace? Impossible, right?"
She raised her fingertips, looked at the finger that had just been injured by my recklessness, raised her eyebrows, thought patiently for half a minute, and answered firmly again: "It's impossible."
I suddenly felt that her behavior was very strange. Her life had never been involved in activities such as tomb robbing and exploration. She should not have such a positive attitude towards these issues.
The brazier started to flourish again, and my almost frozen body gradually warmed up again. I began to try to recall the content of Yan Xun's phone call - "Rishika disappeared from the satellite surveillance, but no matter how smart the Americans are, they will
How could you imagine that she disappeared in such a mysterious environment? Not to mention that the "Big Lang Taosha" organization sent a person here, even if they brought all the people in the American spy reserve, who could do anything?
Enter that glass box? Americans who claim to be able to defeat the world on their own have never been able to compare with the mysterious power. At most, they can only have a few sexual intercourse with virtual aliens in some science fiction movies."
"Feng, have you ever heard of Guleqifu?" Guan Baoling cleared her throat and acted as if she had a long speech to make.
I nodded: "I've heard of it. He was the Russian explorer. He was nicknamed the 'Eagle of the Caucasus'. He was quite famous in the former Soviet Union and the Arctic Circle exploration community."
Guan Baoling raised the corners of her mouth and showed a narrowed expression that was half a smile: "Well, I have read some of his reports. The most famous one is about his plan to build a constant-temperature palace on the Greenland ice sheet.
Displaying computer virtualized prehistoric culture before the Ice Age.”
I looked at her with some surprise, wondering how she could know anything about Gurechev. In my impression, the bearded Russian was dressed in rags all year round, always drunk, and seemed unlikable.
A piece of half-cooked charcoal exploded, blasting out a string of extremely bright sparks.
Guan Baoling was like a frightened kitten, her shoulders trembled and her eyelashes beat anxiously.
Her identity is that of a noble and incomparable queen and superstar under the mercury lamp, but for some reason, I always feel that she is sensitive and easily injured, and she has not put on the "psychological bulletproof vest" that is indispensable for girls in the entertainment industry.
You can develop all your own beneficial resources without any scruples.
"Well, let's continue - he once sent a research report to Mr. Ye. I happened to be there and read part of it. The name of that report, coincidentally, is quite close to what you just said, called 'Excavation of Qin Shihuang's Secrets'
Backyard'. The writing style of Russians is just like their national language, which is too wordy and fails to grasp the key points. The general meaning of the report of more than 30 pages was based on a translation of a palace memorial from the Tsarist Russia period.
We know that there is a copy of the Epang Palace that was burned down by fire in ancient China, with exactly the same size and proportions, hidden in the jungle on the border of Sichuan and Tibet..."
I couldn't help but laugh, because I felt that Su Lun should be asked to listen to Guan Baoling's report. The report of Gu Lieqifu, a master in the exploration world, would probably be more credible than the words of an old Shanxi farmer.
"Gulechiv asked the tycoon to allocate 100,000 US dollars to him, and the proceeds from the excavation will be divided 50-50 between the two parties——"
I played with the fire tongs in my hand and nodded in agreement: "This request is very reasonable. It sounds like the tycoon will make a lot of money."
Guan Baoling suddenly asked without any reason: "Feng, what are you thinking about? The villa... are you thinking about the Xunfuyuan Villa? Why do you think of building watchtowers at the four corners of the courtyard?"
I exclaimed "Huh" and almost dropped the tongs from my hands, looking up and staring at her face.
For a full minute, the room fell into wordless silence. It wasn't until the charcoal in the brazier exploded again, and the jumping sparks almost splashed on the upper part of my shoes, that I was pulled back from the horror.
"Miss Guan, what did you just...ask? What is the watchtower?" I twisted my neck and heard an exaggerated "click-click" friction sound from the neck bones due to excessive stiffness and tension.
"I sense what's going on in your mind, and while you're listening to me, you're thinking about—"
She took the white paper and pencil, and with a few strokes, she first drew a rough rectangular courtyard frame, and then marked four circles at the four corners. After thinking for a while, she marked "Fifteen" next to the circles.
This is an Arabic numeral.
"What is the watchtower used for? Does this question bother you?" She added houses and passages, as well as water pavilions, numbers, and gates within the frame, and the aerial view of the entire Xunfu Garden appeared in my mind concisely.