Rebel Demon King

Chapter 1052 East of Timing (3)

It was completely dark in London at five o'clock.

The Shard, which used to be brightly lit like the Babel Tower on the south bank of the Thames, is now pitch black, and billows of smoke are constantly coming out from the Shangri-La Hotel on the 44th to 51st floors, just like this crystal clear pyramid. It is the most beautiful chimney in the City of London.

The live news van and the onlookers surrounded the Shard in three circles. The reporters held up their cameras, the audience held up their mobile phones, and the flashes lit up.Not far away, the Tower Bridge and the London Eye are still lit with brilliant neon lights, and the ancient city is boiling more than usual, floating above the water-like lights in the hustle and bustle of singing and dancing.

The lively atmosphere is like welcoming the extremely grand New Year's Day fireworks.

Although the Shard is under martial law, except for police cars, fire trucks, and special vehicles from the Chosen Organization, other vehicles and pedestrians are not allowed to enter within a radius of 500 meters of the building, but the level of noise at the bottom of the Shard is no worse than that at the outside.The main reason is that people who escaped from the Shard cannot leave the security circle directly. Even though the small square downstairs of the Shard is already full of people, they still have to follow the instructions and can only leave after being verified by the police.

With the help of lawyer Jones, Yan Funing walked out of the Shard, and went to the special passageway for the injured on the square to wait for the police to do facial recognition. He saw several unconscious people being carried into the ambulance, but the destination was not the one behind the Shard. Guy's Hospital.Apparently the comatose people were taken to MI6 in ambulances painted by military doctors. (The full name of MI[-] is England Army Intelligence Bureau [-], referred to as MI[-], together with the KGB, the Central Intelligence Agency of country A and Mossad, and is known as the "four major intelligence agencies in the world")
Because the Royal Red Lions commanded by the Duke of Sutherland belonged to MI[-], not Scotland Yard.

Yan Funing's shirt and vest were completely wet with sweat, and the left side of his double-faced suit was also covered with blood. His left face was burnt black and his intact right face was in stark contrast, making him look miserable and weak.In order to prove his innocence, his carrier is still fighting with the Duke of Sutherland upstairs. With the reinforcements of the Royal Red Lions in place, the carrier's situation has become more and more difficult.
Although Yan Funing only felt the excitement at the moment, without any sense of urgency, he also knew that if he wanted to go out smoothly, he had to speed up.If you really have to wait in line, there will be infinitely many variables.

So when he reached the tail of the team, he pretended to stagger, and controlled his body to smash heavily to the ground.Unprepared, Lawyer Jones tried hard to hold Yan Funing, but how could she, a frail middle-aged woman, be able to hold Yan Funing who was 1.8 meters tall and weighed 72 kilograms.

Yan Funing slightly supported the gray terrazzo floor with his hands, and let his injured left face rub against the cold floor where some broken glass shards were scattered.The muscles that had already lost their pain were injured again, and the crystal shards of broken glass directly pierced the nerves. The pain that made the bone marrow spasm deeply stimulated the brain.Yan Funing felt that the nerves in his whole body were contracting in the muscles, as if they were about to be pulled out of the body.

This kind of pain has almost exceeded the atmosphere that humans can bear.Fortunately, he didn't need to be depressed right now. He curled up, his jaw was shaking, and he said in a trembling voice, "Can Lawyer Jones get me some painkillers first, I feel like I'm going to die."

Attorney Jones, who was at a loss, just glanced at the hideous wound on Yan Funing's left face, and tears immediately fell down. If he could still see the facial features just now, Yan Funing's left face was bloody and bloody, and there was no outline at all. .

Lawyer Jones, who was in tears, yelled angrily at the policemen who were doing face recognition one by one, and slowly registering one by one: "My God! What are you doing? You are committing murder. I not only want to sue you, I And take you to the Supreme Court. It's really shameful."

Lawyer Jones' hoarse questioning successfully attracted people in the square. When people saw Yan Funing's horrific face, they didn't dare to take a second look. Some adults even covered their children's eyes to prevent them from seeing Yan Funing, a tragedy in the world.Yan Funing successfully aroused the anger of the crowd. People began to shout loudly, shouting for help, and even began to attack the soldiers and police who were maintaining order.

Soon a tall officer wearing a beret inlaid with the special service logo came over, and he asked with a serious face, "What happened?"

Lawyer Jones took out his mobile phone, and while taking evidence, he asked angrily: "What happened?" She pointed to the policeman who was doing facial recognition and said, "There was such a serious accident, why are we not allowed to leave?"

The officer first said "sorry" to Lawyer Jones, and then said: "We are afraid that terrorists will sneak out and cause even greater disasters."

"These people are all injured, and they can move easily, so what kind of disaster can they cause?"

"They may be the chosen ones, and the impact of injuries on the chosen ones is not that great."

"So they should pay the price because of your low work efficiency and negligence in security work?" Attorney Jones said, pointing to those who were injured but still insisted on queuing, "They delayed treatment, might lose their sight, might Will amputate, maybe even lose your life, even so, are you going to do it?"

"Sorry." The officer remained expressionless amidst the drumming, but lowered his voice, "We will expedite the review."

"I don't want to hear you saying sorry," Lawyer Jones said sternly, "I, Jones Savile, the Commonwealth Crown Counsel, now ask you to explain to me and everyone here sincerely why we have to restrict our personal freedom. , why not let the injured go to the hospital for treatment as soon as possible?"

When the officer heard that Lawyer Jones was the Royal Counsel of the Commonwealth, a trace of embarrassment appeared on his expressionless face. He didn't dare to defend himself or ignore him. He immediately looked down at Yan Funing who was lying on the ground, and said in a low voice, "I will give priority to you." Arrange for your people to come over"

The English lawyer system retains a large number of feudal traditions, and the hierarchy is very strict. It is generally divided into junior lawyers and senior lawyers, and senior lawyers can also apply to become royal lawyers, granted by the King of England, and enjoy privileges in court. A character willing to offend.

Lawyer Jones didn't appreciate it at all. She sneered coldly and said, "Oh, do you think that if you give me this right that I should have, I will be grateful to you? I have seen many bad criminals, but never I have never seen criminals as confident as you. My honorable officer, you must guarantee all possible losses, and you MI[-] and Scotland Yard must bear all responsibilities. And what you saw today I will truthfully report to my teacher, Deputy Dean Hale, and ask the Minister of Justice to ask the House of Lords whether human rights are more important, or MI[-] and Scotland Yard's rights are more important!"

Hearing that the other party was actually the only female justice of the Great Court of England and a student of Vice-President Hale, one of the appellate judges of the House of Lords, the tall officer immediately subdued and called the doctors and nurses to come over and carry Yan Funing on a stretcher.Yan Funing knew that he would never be able to get into the ambulance of the military, he stood up with a groan, and asked weakly: "I don't need an ambulance, what I need is a doctor to treat my wound immediately, Guy's Hospital is right next to it, walk It only takes 5 minutes”

The officers, the doctor and the people around all looked at Yan Funing. When they saw Yan Funing's horrific injury on the left side of his face, they all showed expressions of unbearable.

The doctor said: "He has at least a third-degree burn, and he really needs to be treated as soon as possible."

The officer said in embarrassment: "But in his condition, there is absolutely no way to do face recognition."

"I have a passport." Yan Funing took out from his pocket the passport that belonged to Michel Descrueder, a national of country A, and handed it to the officer. This passport entered the country as a tourist, and the only movement track was the exchange of air tickets and short-term rental apartments. There are no other proofs, unlike the identity of Billy Waltz who works at HCA, who can provide extremely complete proofs of his actions and life details, but right now Yan Funing can't care about so much.

The officer took out his police phone and scanned the passport handed over by Yan Funing. He didn't find any questions, so he asked, "Can you provide us with your mobile phone?"

Yan Funing pretended to touch his pocket several times, and said anxiously, "I don't know where I lost it."

The officer was a little hesitant. At this moment, another extremely violent explosion occurred in the Shard Building. Red flames rushed out from the 62nd floor. Tongue licked his lips.

When the flames retracted, the shaking of the building did not stop, glass shards fell from the upstairs like pouring rain, and countless sundries were flying in the sky, as if someone fired a colorful cannon for a wedding celebration.

A mess of debris fell on the square like hailstones, and the voices of people in the square became more and more turbulent, screaming and shouting, and the danger caused the dissatisfaction that could not leave for a long time to erupt, and some people rushed into the police and the police who were under martial law. Soldiers, and then more joined the charge.The soldiers with explosion-proof shields were like a precarious dam, weakly resisting the angry crowd like a tide.

Seeing that the situation seemed to be out of control, the officer didn't care about other people hearing it, so he picked up the walkie-talkie and asked directly, "My lord, what's going on up there, can you control the situation? There won't be any problems in the building, right? "

After a while, the voice of the Duke of Sutherland came from the intercom, "Don't worry, it's just a self-detonation of the carrier, which is equivalent to a gas explosion. Such power will not cause substantial damage to the Shard at all. There's going to be a lot of fuss."

The officer reminded politely: "But now the people below are very scared, and everyone's emotions are a little out of control. Why don't we let people go first, and only keep the unconscious people?"

The Duke of Sutherland said lightly: "I don't care how you deal with it. Anyway, if you can't find anyone in the building, it must be your problem."

The officer wanted to say something, but the other side had already cut off contact. He looked at the people who had already clashed with the soldiers and the police, their facial features wrinkled, as if they were wearing a pain mask.

No one noticed that Yan Funing's hair was already drenched, and his body hidden under the clothes was convulsing, as if countless maggots were rolling under the skin.He lowered his head, clenched his fists, and clenched his teeth, trying to suppress the pain caused by another wave of self-explosion and activation of the carrier.

At this moment, the burning and stinging pain on his face spread to his whole body, as if he was a moth thrown into the flame, and his torso was being burned away by the merciless flames.He needed to vent, to get rid of the surging pain in his body.He wants to kill, wants to destroy, he feels that his sober will is like a small boat in a tsunami, which may capsize at any time.

The irresistible pain made him just want to explode in place and end the bad world with self-annihilation.

Yan Funing was sweating profusely. He saw his carrier running in the long and narrow corridor, surrounded by the chosen ones of the Red Lion again. He could see the Duke of Sutherland jumping into the elevator shaft from the three-dimensional map. Seeing his own reflection from the glass shards scattered on the ground, he carefully looked at the face that was more fierce than a ghost, and his manic emotions were like burning fuses, approaching the explosives in his body bit by bit.

On a cold Christmas day in London, sweat dripped on the shards of glass like rain, clouding Yan Funing's face.

In a daze, he heard someone shouting: "Brother, brother, don't be afraid."

He subconsciously followed the prestige and saw a little girl leading a little boy walking forward not far away. The chaotic and noisy crowd behind them was like a wheat field in a strong wind, and the neon lights flowing on the Thames River were like sunset glow. In the midst of panic and riots, the silhouettes of the two children have a wonderful sense of beauty. He seems to have seen the slow motion shake out of the horizon, and they are walking towards the sunset that does not exist together.

Inexplicably, the boiling pain in his body disappeared.

Without a trace.

His fuzzy consciousness was also instantly clear, as if the blood stasis accumulated in his mind was swept away.He remembered who he was and why he was standing here.

He thought that the responsibility of a man is to bear the pain.

All of these should have been undertaken by him, but they miraculously disappeared.

He seemed to feel no pain anymore.

Maybe it's because the sharp pain has broken through the threshold, completely destroying his pain nerves.

Whatever the reason.

In short, he feels good now, as if he has broken free from the thorns that bound him tightly.

A non-commissioned officer ran over and said out of breath, "Sir, I said earlier that I can't hold it anymore, so I'm requesting the use of stun guns, rubber bullets and tear gas."

Before the officer could speak, Lawyer Jones said: "Do you deal with the victims like this? If you continue like this, you will cause the biggest accident in London's history, not because of the collapse of the Shard, but because of your MI[-] and Scotland No matter who the officer in charge of you is, he has no choice but to take the blame and resign." She sneered, "As for you, you will become a scapegoat. , was nailed to the pillar of shame for thousands of people to scold"

The officer broke out in a cold sweat. After confirming that Yan Funing's carrier had appeared, he waved his hand and said, "You can't use weapons, let them go, let them go. Anyone who is conscious can leave, and everyone who is unconscious is detained."

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When Xi Shi returned to the Regent Hotel, Cheng Mo was watching the BBC live broadcast in the living room in her nightgown. She threw her handbag on the sofa, then kicked off the red-soled high-heeled shoes on her feet casually, speaking with a foreign accent The Chinese said: "Yo!? Didn't you say that such a trivial matter doesn't need to disturb your happiness? Why are you not in the bedroom but watching TV in the living room?"

Cheng Mo glanced at Xi Shi and said angrily, "You're a quick learner of yin and yang."

Xishi walked to the sofa with bare feet, threw herself into the sofa, rubbed the smooth and small lotus foot, and complained delicately: "Boss, you are too unkind. I, a frail and sick beauty, are here for you I was exhausted outside, and you not only didn't praise me when I came back, you didn't even give me any physical comfort, it's too much."

"Frail and sickly can't be used to describe you, and." Cheng Mo paused, and then said, "What is 'physical comfort'?"

Xi Shi blinked and said, "Isn't it just a shoulder massage and a foot rub? Don't tell me, Xiangjiang's SPA is really comfortable, and I want to go to enjoy it at night."

"'Spa' is pretty much 'luxury massage,' and 'body comfort' is a whole other thing."

"What's going on? Weak and sick can't be used to describe me, so what words can describe me?"

"I'm not your teacher. I'll go and ask your Chinese teacher who has a strong back and a waist, a dragon and a tiger."

Xi Shi grabbed Cheng Mo's arm and shook it lightly twice, "Boss, are you jealous?"

Cheng Mo patted Xi Shi's hand away, and said in English, "Stop talking nonsense, have I settled with Athena's identity?"

"Bullying me again." Xi Shi pouted her two crystal red lips, as if she was a little angry and said, "I don't try my best to deal with everything for you these days, but your attitude towards me is not good. Alright, and beware of me everywhere, this kind of behavior really makes Xi Shi very sad."

Seeing Xishi raised his hand as if wiping away his tears, with a pitiful look on the verge of tears, Cheng Mo said, "I'm really scared of you, you should be more serious, just be a serious subordinate." ?"

Xi Shi turned his head and looked at Cheng Mo, who stood tall and straight, and said straightforwardly: "Where am I not serious? Is it wrong to want to have a good relationship with the boss?"

Cheng Mo stared at the TV instead of seeing Xi Shi's proud curve, and said as if admitting defeat: "You are right. I am not used to this way of getting along. Maybe I am used to keeping a distance from others."

Xishi said earnestly: "My lord! It is indeed correct to keep a certain distance from your subordinates, but I am different! I am a master who ranks 120th in the heavenly list. Now that I have the blessing of the holy robe, it is not the same as entering the top [-]." 'Sprinkle water'? For a beautiful and powerful person like me, don't others hold it like a treasure wherever he goes? Also, without me, can you control Sullivan so safely? You Just say I deserve it. Do you treat me better? Get closer?"

Xi Shi has said these words countless times, and every time he opens his mouth there must be something wrong, Cheng Mo helplessly shakes his head and says, "Just tell me what you want, right?"

Xi Shi immediately changed his face, and said with a coquettish smile, "I don't care, you are not allowed to leave me alone on New Year's Eve. Wherever you go with the proprietress, you have to take me with you."

Cheng Mo rolled his eyes and said, "We're not going anywhere, just enjoying the fireworks in the hotel."

"You cook yourself?"

Cheng Mo thought that Xi Shi really understood him, and nodded.

"Then I have a chair." Then Xi Shi patted Cheng Mo on the shoulder and said in a low voice, "Don't worry, I won't delay your training with the lady boss. I'm very self-conscious. After 12:30 At [-], I will go to Lan Kwai Fong to experience the nightlife of Xiangjiang.”

Cheng Mo ignored Xi Shi's ridicule, and said lightly: "According to Chinese, I should have a pair of bowls and chopsticks."

"Anyway, I want chairs and bowls and chopsticks." Xi Shi replied with a smile, then she turned around and took out two passports and two mobile phones from the bag thrown on the sofa and handed them to Cheng Mo, saying: "This is you and the lady boss. It's best to get used to your new identity first, and don't call your name wrong."

Cheng Mo put his passport and mobile phone on the coffee table and didn't look at them, but stared at the TV. What must have happened at the scene far away in London at this time, the people who were standing in line under the Shard Building and waiting for the inspection started clamoring , They rushed towards the police with explosion-proof shields like a group of zombies, but the well-equipped English explosion-proof police, who have always been good at dealing with riots, were like a black Great Wall, firmly blocking the surging flow of people in the square.

"Do you know who the Red Lions are chasing?"

"A member of the 'Golden Dawn' underground."

"Golden Dawn? Does this organization still exist?"

"Yes," Shisch nodded, "It was formerly an underground organization of the Black Death in England, and now it mainly controls HCA, the world's largest medical group. They have headquarters in England, Europe, and country A. Four top-ranked Demons and gods are in common control. On the surface, it is relatively easy to join the 'Golden Dawn', as long as you pay enough money, but it is not easy to become a core member. Now the Black Death has been repeatedly criticized by the international community, especially country A, Although Stargate did not take any action against the Black Death, but manipulated public opinion to attack the Black Death with great fanfare, saying that Stargate is already very dissatisfied with the Black Death. Recently, the Golden Dawn has made a cut with the Black Death After all, HCA is mainly engaged in private hospitals and medical equipment, and does not involve in illegal business, nor does it serve the low-level people."

Cheng Mo knew in his heart that the underground member of HCA might be Yan Funing, but he couldn't tell, so he asked, "What's his name? What happened to arrest him?"

"It's a Chinese named Yan Funing, who is said to be close to the black prince. As for why he was arrested, it is still under investigation."

"Tell me as soon as you find out." Cheng Mo said.

Xi Shi nodded, and then casually asked: "Your Excellency knows him?"

"This kind of temptation is pointless."

"I didn't try!" Xi Shi said aggrievedly, "I just asked directly."

Seeing that the police no longer checked their faces one by one, but let them go in large numbers, Cheng Mo turned off the TV and stood up, "I want to go out with Athena tonight."

"Leaving me alone in the hotel again," Xi Shi said angrily, "It's too much."

"There's something right."

"What business do you have now besides 'training'?" Xi Shi deliberately emphasized his tone when he said "training".

"I'm going to meet someone."

"A friend?"

"Not a friend, but not an enemy either."

"Man? Is he handsome?"

"It's not handsome," Cheng Mo walked towards the bedroom, "it should be said to be beautiful, not only beautiful, but also dangerous, just like a crystal-clear and beautiful box-shaped jellyfish"

"Wow!" Xi Shi exaggeratedly shrugged his shoulders, "Then you have to take me to see what a human-shaped box jellyfish looks like."

Cheng Mo opened the bedroom door and stopped, "If you want to make a living, just say so, I still don't believe you don't know who I'm talking about."

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Yan Funing sat in Jones' lawyer's car and went to HCA Hospital in the suburbs of London.Although he knew it was definitely not safe there, he could only use this reason to trick Lawyer Jones into not sending him to Guy's Hospital.

Lawyer Jones drove a cigar-shaped old Jaguar onto the A100 main road, and Yan Funing sat on the back seat padded with polar bear skin and closed his eyes to think.For the current situation, he started to make preparations on the first day he came to London, and he also made a detailed escape plan. Now is the time to implement the plan.

After thinking through all the details, Yan Funing opened his eyes. He pretended to be in unbearable pain and said to Lawyer Jones in a trembling voice: "Ms. Jones, maybe I should go to the pharmacy to buy some painkillers first."

"My God," Lawyer Jones waved his hand, "I should have insisted that you go to Guy's Hospital just now. I really don't know why you have to go to HCA. I don't know when you will be there."

"It will be more convenient for me to apply for insurance for HCA."

Lawyer Jones said very angrily: "It's at this time, what's the insurance! Besides, as I said, you don't need to think about money."

Yan Funing leaned on the seat and said in a weak voice, "I'm sorry for causing you trouble, please pull over and I can go to the hospital by myself"

"I'm not afraid of trouble," Lawyer Jones said with a frown, "but I hope you can get medical treatment as soon as possible. Do you know that the sooner your wound is treated, the greater the chance of recovery? If you delay it, you Likely to be disfigured."

"I know," Yan Funing said, "I know it's not 'possible', burns of this degree must have disfigured."

"Don't draw conclusions too early, see a doctor earlier."

Yan Funing said in a hollow tone: "I don't really care about the disfigurement."

Lawyer Jones looked up at Yan Funing in the rearview mirror, was silent for a while, and said softly: "Don't worry, I will invite the best doctor to treat you, plastic surgery is also very advanced now, I promise to restore you to your original appearance .”

Yan Funing did not respond to Jones' lawyer's comfort, but weakly pointed to the "Tesco Supermarket" not far in front of him and said, "Just go to Tesco, you just wait in the parking lot."

Lawyer Jones didn't say anything more. He drove along the road for more than 100 meters and turned the car into the underground parking lot of Tesco. There were not many people in Tesco after five o'clock. It was crowded, and it was hard for Lawyer Jones to find a parking space, and parked the tall old Jaguar with difficulty.

After parking the car, she turned her head and said to Yan Funing, "Wait in the car, I'll buy you painkillers."

Yan Funing said in a low voice: "I still need some saline, gauze and burn ointment. Before I go to the hospital, I have to get the broken glass off my face."

Attorney Jones sighed and said, "I still don't understand why you insisted on not going to Guy's Hospital, since we were only a few tens of meters away from Guy's Hospital at that time."

Yan Funing sat up for a while, sighed, and said in a low voice: "It seems that I have to explain it to you."

Lawyer Jones clearly sensed the change in Yan Funing's tone. It wasn't as weak as he was at the beginning, and he was about to die at any time. Instead, he was full of energy and didn't seem to be injured at all. She looked at Yan Funing who was sitting in the back seat strangely. I saw him moving from the left side of the seat to behind her.

The air was suddenly so dull that it was suffocating, which made Lawyer Jones feel a strange sense of tranquility, just like seeing a shark fin in a calm sea, she said, "You"

A black belt strangled her neck fiercely. Lawyer Jones let out a whimper of "ho, ho, ho". He grabbed the belt with both hands and struggled desperately, but as the belt got tighter and tighter, it embedded into her waist. Neck, and soon she lost her strength, staring wide-eyed in the rearview mirror as if she had lost her soul.

After a while, Yan Funing opened the car door and got down from the back seat. He stood beside the car and re-fastened the belt while observing the surrounding situation.Judging that there was no one around or monitoring, he immediately stepped forward and pulled the driver's seat away.He unscrupulously looked at Lawyer Jones, who had a pale face, protruding eyeballs, sticking out his tongue and opening his mouth. He sniffed Lawyer Jones to make sure that she was dead, then he bent into the driver's seat and pressed the trunk. button.

Hearing the sound of the trunk popping open, Yan Funing loosened Lawyer Jones' seat belt, dragged the petite lawyer Jones out of the seat, and quickly stuffed her body into the trunk.But he didn't close the trunk immediately. Instead, he found the first aid kit in the trunk, took the phone away from Lawyer Jones, and then calmly closed the trunk.

During the whole process, Yan Funing acted smoothly and smoothly, and lawyer Jones did not issue any warnings, nor did he leave any obvious traces on the car.It took less than 5 minutes to erase the life of lawyer Jones.

He returned to the driver's seat with the first aid kit, adjusted the seat, and put down the vanity mirror.In the narrow makeup mirror, it can be clearly seen that his left cheek is no different from the scorched rice crust. Yan Funing's expression did not change at all, he just blinked his slightly red and swollen left eye, and then carefully raised his hand to tear it apart. He dropped the half-human skin mask that was still stuck to his face.

The right face is still handsome and exquisite, but the left face has been completely ruined, like a huge mole.So the whole face showed an unacceptable paradox, not only terrifying, but also a little disgusting.

Yan Funing didn't feel much, instead he thought a little fortunately: "I don't feel any pain, it seems that I have completely lost the pain sensation. Fortunately, the movements were precise enough at that time, and if I deviate a little bit, my eyes will probably go blind." He looked into the mirror Zhong himself smiled, "It's really lucky."

In the past, although his smile was fake, it was very sunny, giving people a kind of confident radiance, but now this smile will probably only make people feel embarrassed, or even frightened.Words can't describe this smile, just like you can't describe the smile of a toad or the smile of a tiger with words.

Yan Funing was very satisfied, he smiled at the mirror again as if savoring something, the intact half of his face revealed a kind of wild rebellion and a kind of heartfelt joy.

"It looks much better than before."

Talking to himself, he opened the first aid kit, took out the contents and began to treat the burns on his face.If you want to put on another mask, you must first get rid of the broken glass.The loss of pain made everything extremely simple. He picked out the glass shards with tweezers, then washed the fibrous black skin with saline, and then used iodine and hydrogen peroxide to treat the wounds where even the flesh was exposed. After disinfecting the poison and finally applying the ointment, he took out Billy Waltz's mask from the jacket jacket and put it on.

"Hello mask man." Yan Funing waved his hand at himself in the mirror. He pulled out the car key and got out of the car. He slammed the door shut with a bang. He bent down and hid the key on the inside of the right front wheel out of sight. He walked towards the bright light at the entrance of the supermarket, and said happily, "Goodbye, London."

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At 25:[-] p.m., it is the peak dining time for Hong Kong residents. The Michelin three-star restaurant "Tang Court" on Jingcheng Road, Tsim Sha Tsui is already full of seats, and there are still many people queuing along the narrow sidewalk at the entrance.

The setting sun has already fallen under the tall buildings, and the neon lights are just beginning to appear. Billboards of various colors are one after another in the almost line of the sky. Swimming quickly, the hurried Xiangjiang people walked quickly along the long street to the unnamed destination, especially when the green light was on, everyone was racing against time.

All this seems lively and busy, giving people an inexplicable sense of urgency, and making people subconsciously want to speed up their pace and blend into the rhythm.

There was only one person who seemed out of place with the scene in front of him. He was wearing a formal black patterned haori, holding a black sandalwood stick with a white ivory handle in his hand, and was walking among the crowd on wooden clogs, like a swan walking among crows. among.Wherever he went, people automatically gave way to him and gave him a long look. Many people even took out their mobile phones and kept secretly taking photos of him like they were taking pictures of celebrities.

But whether it is men, women, young or old, there is a big or small question in their hearts.

Is it him or her.

Judging by his clothes, of course it should be "he", but if he is a man, his appearance is too enchanting. His skin is whiter than snow, his eyes are like peach blossoms, his nose bridge is straight, his teeth are white and his lips are thin. , It makes people dizzy and dizzy.

In the focused line of sight, the man in black patterned feather weave passed through the crowded crowd unhurriedly, and walked to the door of Tang Pavilion. In front of the welcoming guests, he said in Cantonese: "Please take me to Songge"

The welcoming guest wearing a cheongsam stared at the man for a while, then said in a nonchalant manner: "Do you want to make a movie? Or a documentary? Yes. Have you made an appointment with our manager?"

The man chuckled, and said in a gentle manner: "No, I'm here for dinner, Songge, my friend Mr. Lin has an appointment."

Only then did Yingbin come to his senses, and whispered shyly with blushing cheeks, "Sorry, I thought you were a star."

"It's ok."

The welcoming guest made a gesture of invitation, and walked into the Tang Pavilion to lead the man. The lobby, which was still full of people just now, became completely silent the moment the man stepped in.The man bowed as he walked, as if apologizing for disturbing the atmosphere.After he walked into the corridor of the box, the noise in the lobby resumed, and people were asking who it was.Some even swear that they saw him on TV.

The welcome guest walked to the door of the Song Pavilion and opened the door for him. The man stepped on clogs but walked quietly. He floated to the door of the box like a ghost, turned around and looked at Cheng Mo who was sitting in front of the round table with piercing eyes. With a long sigh, he said in a nostalgic tone: "It's been a long time no see! Mr. Lin."

Cheng Mo also looked at the man standing at the door, and said in a low voice, "It's been a long time, Mr. Xiyuansi."

Xiyuanji Benimaru bowed slightly to the welcoming guest, said "thank you", and walked into the box under the lingering gaze of the welcoming guest, he turned around and tightened the door, walked to the round table and sat opposite Cheng Mo, The tea in the white bone china cup in front of him was steaming with curling heat.He looked around and saw that there were only two sets of cutlery on the table, and asked, "Is it just me?"

"I only have an appointment with you."

Xiyuanji Benimaru said with a half-smile, "Where's Li Shixian? Could it be that you didn't ask him out because you also borrowed 5000 million US dollars from him and he ignored you?"

Cheng Mo nodded indifferently, "Yes, but he replied to the letter two days ago and explained a lot, saying that money is tight recently and he can't afford 5000 million, at most he can only give 500 million. Come."

Xiyuanji Benimaru shook his head, "Dead wood can't be carved." He smiled mysteriously, "You should leave this kind of thing to me. I have his handle in my hand. No matter what he is asked to do, he dare not refuse." promise."

Cheng Mo asked with some doubts: "Do you know what I'm looking for you for?"

"I don't know." Xiyuanji Hongwan picked up the bone china cup and took a sip, "But I know, it must be something interesting that can make money."

Cheng Mo said noncommittally: "I've always been curious, how did you come up with the idea of ​​robbing Penglai Island."

Xiyuanji Benimaru made a sudden realization expression, "Oh! So you want to steal the Garden of Eden?" He put down his teacup, shook his head, and said flatly, "It's unrealistic."

"Is it realistic or not? We can discuss it." Cheng Mo said, "I just want to know if you are interested?"

"I like to die, but I don't like to fail. I'm not interested in something that will fail 100% of the time."

"Why are you so sure you will fail?"

Xiyuanji Benimaru replied without hesitation: "Because of Nebuchadnezzar"

"What if I can find help?"

"Helper?" Xiyuanji Benimaru chuckled, and there was a hint of sweetness in the room, "Can you find David Rockefeller to be your helper?"

"I think she is more useful than the first general," Cheng Mo said, "in the matter of robbing the Garden of Eden."

"Oh?" A suspicious look appeared on Xiyuan Temple's face, "Could it be one of the four pillars of the Black Death?"

"Are you interested now?"

Xiyuanji Benimaru still shook his head, "I'm not interested. Even if there is a Demon God, one of the Supreme Four Pillars, as an internal response, there is still no chance."

"You know Nebuchadnezzar well?"

"I know a little bit, but I can only tell you that although there are twelve god generals, there is a world of difference between the first god general, the second god general and the other god generals," Xienji Benimaru thought Let me say, "The gap is probably like the gap between the top three and the top [-] in the Tianbang, or even worse. I heard from reliable people that the real matching in this world There are only two people who deserve the word "God", one is the first general David Rockefeller, and the other is the second general Nebuchadnezzar. The other generals have more or less family backgrounds It is not irreplaceable to become a "God General" because of the reason, only these two are genuine god generals. What's more, the Garden of Eden is not a loosely guarded entertainment island like Penglai Island, but a heavily guarded Jedi. It is difficult to get in , not to mention robbery”

"Okay!" Cheng Mo said, "Since you're not interested, forget it."

"It seems that the 5000 million [-] million is still worth it." Xiyuanji Benimaru looked at the bone china cup on the table, "Maybe we should drink two glasses of wine, I wish us success soon."

Cheng Mo was stunned for a while, and asked in confusion: "Aren't you not interested in things that will fail 100% of the time?"

Xiyuanji Benimaru smiled and said: "I am willing to increase the possibility of the impossible by that [-]% because of you."

(End of this chapter)